With his hair done, the Medicine Seller turned on his side to circle his arm around Arthur's shoulders, giving him something to pillow his head on. His other hand came to rest gently on the arm around his waist, trailing his fingers over the damp hairs.
"An endless string of hardships, it seems."
Every time Arthur's life seemed to take a turn for the better, something had to come along and destroy it. His first marriage, his near second, the very gang he devoted himself to...
No wonder he had come to this cool and quiet region. Just a little peace for once in his life.
"...It sounds as though Dutch took a flying leap off the pedestal he put himself on."
He gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, before reaching for one of the towels to start dabbing dry the upper half of Arthur that wasn't in the water.
The warmth was starting to turn tepid, and would soon be not quite enough to counter the cool air of the cabin, and bathtime would soon be over. A shame, but then he could put another log on the fire and they could spend a nice, peaceful evening keeping warm.
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"An endless string of hardships, it seems."
Every time Arthur's life seemed to take a turn for the better, something had to come along and destroy it. His first marriage, his near second, the very gang he devoted himself to...
No wonder he had come to this cool and quiet region. Just a little peace for once in his life.
"...It sounds as though Dutch took a flying leap off the pedestal he put himself on."
He gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, before reaching for one of the towels to start dabbing dry the upper half of Arthur that wasn't in the water.
The warmth was starting to turn tepid, and would soon be not quite enough to counter the cool air of the cabin, and bathtime would soon be over. A shame, but then he could put another log on the fire and they could spend a nice, peaceful evening keeping warm.