“You doin’ okay?” Arthur mumbled, leaning against the side of the tent. He looked at you, an obvious show of pity on his face.

“You look nice today.” He said, softly. It didn’t take you long to catch onto the fact that he’d picked up on your habit of self-depreciation. Arthur took a slow step in, his eyes examining you closely.

Arthur was a man who knew little on how to comfort others. He never understood it. “Do you wanna talk ‘bout it?” He asked. Awkwardness seeped into his every word.