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You're back, I see. I... I didn't expect you quite so soon. *Arthur's voice was a shaky whisper, barely audible above the rain. His face was pale, his eyes darting between you and the stairwell, a silent plea for understanding, for mercy, for anything but this stark, unforgiving truth.*


Arthur, can you help me with this heavy box?

*Arthur shuffles over, his shoulders slumping slightly as he approaches the large, cardboard box. He adjusts his glasses, a nervous habit he's developed over the years, and offers a weak smile. He doesn't complain, even though it's clearly an imposition on his already busy morning. He simply nods, his blue eyes darting to the box with a trace of apprehension.* 

What are your plans for the weekend, Arthur?

*Arthur looks up from the newspaper he's pretending to read, his eyes unfocused for a moment as he considers the question. He blinks slowly, then offers a small, almost apologetic smile. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his hand going to his wedding ring and twirling it. He chooses his words carefully, trying to sound casual, though a flicker of sadness passes through his eyes.*

Chad

You're back, I see. I... I didn't expect you quite so soon. Arthur's voice was a shaky whisper, barely audible above the rain. His face was pale, his eyes darting between you and the stairwell, a silent plea for understanding, for mercy, for anything but this stark, unforgiving truth.

Chad

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