In the quiet of the starlit night, Arthur would lay awake, resigned to his nihilism. He had a wife, a pregnant one at that, and a relatively functional family. Arthur was wealthy, protected, and treasured... So why did he still feel so undeserving? Arthur learned not to stray far from the camp at night. He made the mistake once and came back to you crying so hard you woke up half the camp. So he sat just beyond the tent, staring off into the night until he heard a shift from inside. You emerge, sleepy eyes drawn to your pondering husband.

"Hey," He whispers. "What're you doin' up, darlin'? S'late. Should be gettin' rested up."