"Yeah. That's the other thing with anger." He leans in to put a hand on hers, giving her a gentle squeeze. "It always burns out quickly. But it's always hiding something deeper as well, and that's the part some people struggle with acknowledging."
He blinks, and then- "O-of course, that's-" -he's clambering back to his feet, grunts pushed through in his haste. "Sheehan said that's normal as well, after a hard talk, er- let's get you back to your room?"
As he leans to offer a hand down to help her to her feet.
Arthur wasn't exactly a heavyweight himself, but he's finally lost the gaunt edge haunting him so severely after his return from Addison, but he never lost those wiry life-or-death-induced muscles, and pulls Aerith up easily enough.
"I'll be alright," he hums warmly, and he takes a step aside to grab his jacket and holster before he offers his arm for Aerith to lean on. "I'm sure Sheehan will just be relieved you're ready to open up. At whatever pace you feel comfortable with, of course, but. The first step is always the hardest."
She nearly popped up , and it made her smile a little. But she took his arm, after grabbing the bucket and trowel. She would taken it with her and bring it back later, so no one could steal it later.
"He may just be surprised." She closed her eyes for a few moments, tired. "If John is worried or anything, could you tell him I've found more music videos for us to watch? We can cuddle and enjoy it later."
"Is there anything you'd like me to tell them about this, or just that you're feeling up to company again?" he asks. It's easy to hold himself prim and proper, let her lean on his shoulder as he leads them out of the greenhouse and towards the elevator.
"You can tell them what you'd like." Her voice was sleepy, a little tired. She didn't mind just leaning against him, and thought of calling Vincent to let him know she was coming over to sleep.
"John will find out as it is, just be...gentle if you can, if he's this upset about it."
"However John reacts with me, I want you to remember that he will never try and make it your problem," he reminds her with a soft squeeze. "Or whoever it is you might be having problems with."
He presses the elevator call button, and glances back down at her. "Ah- which floor would you like to go to? I don't actually know where your room is."
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She rubbed her face. "I'm sorry Arthur. I think, maybe...I should lie down."
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As he leans to offer a hand down to help her to her feet.
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She moved to grasp his hand and pill herself onto her feet. It wouldn't be hard, as she was small and light. Maybe too light but she didn't know.
"Thanks Arthur. I know- this has pretty hard for you."
With the breach, and grief, and daughter figures.
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"I'll be alright," he hums warmly, and he takes a step aside to grab his jacket and holster before he offers his arm for Aerith to lean on. "I'm sure Sheehan will just be relieved you're ready to open up. At whatever pace you feel comfortable with, of course, but. The first step is always the hardest."
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"He may just be surprised." She closed her eyes for a few moments, tired. "If John is worried or anything, could you tell him I've found more music videos for us to watch? We can cuddle and enjoy it later."
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"John will find out as it is, just be...gentle if you can, if he's this upset about it."
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He presses the elevator call button, and glances back down at her. "Ah- which floor would you like to go to? I don't actually know where your room is."
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When he realized how badly off she was.
Since Vincent hadn't told Arthur of their arrangement, she simply said:
"I'm on the fourth floor. Guess you'll have a reason to visit it more often huh?"