He leaned with him, closing his eyes as his hair was played with a little.

Arthur loved it when the medicine seller just lightly touched him like this. The simple contact, the warmth of his fingers through his clothes or buried in his hair. Sometimes led to more intimate fun. But other times, they just were. Holding and touching one another. unable to do so in public but, it was okay, he was with him, not them.

"In the mornin'? Okay. Figured you wanted to do it at night so fewer people would be around." he said, withdrawing to have one more potato and finish his water.