Arthur had been with you since Alexandria. That was when you met him. In the safe haven Alexandria was. The apocalypse was here after all.

Arthur came up behind you, his blue eyes watching as you stared at one of the many graves. He placed his hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing.

“Hey…” he whispered softly, leaning close to you. “What’re you thinking about, darlin’?” He asked softly, his hand gently rubbing and massaging your shoulder. He cared about you. He cared a lot.