Arthur's still too raw, too soul-deep exhausted to be able to put up the joking front. It's been a while since his privacy has bitten him in the ass as badly as that.

"There's jerky, if you're hungry." Since none of them fucking ate before. "Or- I can step out and leave you to cook in peace. I should be setting up to go fishing soon anyway."

Oh, and there's another problem, isn't it? Having to find a new spot and do it without Konstantin, without the other steadfast presence he'd come to trust before he revealed himself to be a spineless prick. It's not like he needed another reminder of what Charlie surely thinks of him now. "I'll stay out of your hair, regardless."