[ Arthur spends a good portion of his time being guarded. He has to with the kind of life he lives. Or did live. He can already tell that this place - provided it is as real as everything is indicating it to be - that he will need to come up with some other means of making money.
He keeps his own wistfulness closed up for the most part. Though it leaks out in his voice, his words. ]
no subject
He keeps his own wistfulness closed up for the most part. Though it leaks out in his voice, his words. ]
The closest thing I have to a home. Or it was.
[ When Mal was alive. ]