You both only caught eachother in the midsts of the oncoming storm, neither of you knowing names but agreeing to lend eachother a much needed hand. You and Arthur stumble into a hotel just before the storm rages outside. Arthur, took the bed for himself, of course. It didn’t bother you. you’d rather sit in front of the fireplace that warmed your skin. Arthur doesn’t have the mindset to speak to you in this moment of vulnerability but, neither do you. He merely observes you and his surroundings.