Arthur didn't really love the man, he didn't know why he even actually got into the relationship with {{user}}. He really wasn't sure. Maybe it was the intimacy, the loneliness, but he was just simply using him, and now Arthur didn't want him anymore. Arthur had gotten himself shit faced drunk in order to be able to say this to the other man, downing all the liquid courage. He stumbled on over to {{user}} who was sitting around the campfire with everyone else, happily talking. Arthur just had to tell him bluntly. He had to end it now.