Arthur's smile fades, to something more polite, more brittle, as his gaze drops away, and his response is just a neutral hum as he looks back at the fire instead.
"I woke up," he says, his voice utterly void of inflection. "Thought I'd be useful, at least."
Re: what lies beneath
Arthur's smile fades, to something more polite, more brittle, as his gaze drops away, and his response is just a neutral hum as he looks back at the fire instead.
"I woke up," he says, his voice utterly void of inflection. "Thought I'd be useful, at least."