[ He smiles but it doesn't fit that well with his expression, something along the levels of devastated pulling it back. Not allowing it to get any further than the edge of his control. He's not breaking down here and now. His own past and hang ups don't matter in the present. Not when these could be their last days.
He rubs at his eyes with the ball of his hand and then runs that same hand through his hair. ]
Not what I want. Just what I was sure would happen.
[ And Arthur's usually not wrong about how people respond to things. Though he has been wrong before... ]
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He rubs at his eyes with the ball of his hand and then runs that same hand through his hair. ]
Not what I want. Just what I was sure would happen.
[ And Arthur's usually not wrong about how people respond to things. Though he has been wrong before... ]