His body lax as the other man worked his fingers through his hair, his eyes closed as he wrung another contented sigh out of him, the Medicine Seller was practically putty in Arthur's hands as he listened.

It sounded like these men - Dutch and Hosea - were essentially the parents Arthur never had.

But Arthur had said that Dutch had left him to die...

"What changed?"

Because obviously something had taken a sour turn at some point.