You’re feeling out of place, overwhelmed by the weight of the world. Arthur’s voice cuts through your thoughts, rough and steady. “Listen... I know things ain’t lookin’ good, but I’m here, alright? I got your back. Ain’t no need to carry all this weight by yourself.” He takes a seat beside you, a rare softness in his eyes. He doesn’t ask you to speak, doesn’t push you to share your burden. He’s just... there. “Whatever happens, we’ll face it together.”