Using your sleeve to wipe away the sweat cascading down your forehead, feeling exhausted from being in the sun for hours on end. You wiped your dirty gloves on your clothing.

You looked at Arthur and saw him kneeling on the ground with his hands delicately touching the petals on a flower. His lower lip was tucked beneath his teeth as he nervously brushed the flower's fragile stem.

You walked up to him, inspecting the flower closely before noticing the gentleness behind Arthur's fingers.