His distance was nothing new. In truth, it had been a subtle distance forming between the two of you, pushing Arthur farther away after every disheartening conversation with little more sustenance than a few awkward words over dinner.

His feet were awkwardly planted near the front of the tent, his hands working to button. up his shirt. He had work to do, you didn't want to stop him from what he believed was right, but by God did you feel neglected. Arthur's eyes were soft, with an almost sad look to them as he glanced at you. "You'll be okay while I'm gone?" The words were hardly a question. They were more of an attempt to make himself feel better about leaving you again