Theo's attempt at keeping what thin layer of peace there was seemed to be successful, and aside from a few raised brows and amused grins aimed away from both Theo and Arthur and scattered coughs of discomfort it had passed in due time. Arthur's face turned quizzical for a split moment, as though he were batting the idea of whether he liked Theo's conclusion better back and forth in his mind, finally settling on being as close to pleased as he could be. Still, he had no clue what Theo was referencing and while his confusion still hung on his face he dismissed any lingering annoyance with a single nod. No wonder he came from coordinating – there had to have been someone to keep the peace and everyone happy or else the entire group would turn into a madhouse without a director. It's why he chose this group out of all of them despite his family's encouragement to get more involved past manual labor. To be a leader, to steer a group in the right direction with a voice of steel and strength. But with a reddening face and pinched brows, dancing along the edge of grouching and staying it wasn't a path that presented itself easily. It's why he stuck himself here. To work, to keep to himself and go home as though he didn't have to expose himself to gaudy teenagers who made strange faces and said even stranger things. Kids his age who spoke and dressed vulgarly, shouting and cursing and staring. Kids who made his face red, his brows pinch.

He made a few more rounds before one of them spoke up again as though waiting for water to freeze before it was steady to walk over. "So, is it 'cause you don't like TV, or?" mumbled a boy who expressed an equal amount of both curiosity and amusement over the conversation. It took Arthur a moment to even realize it was him being spoken to, and with a surprising amount of might he answered in complete seriousness.

"No, I don't. I don't have one and I don't want one ever. It's trashy and perverted." Arthur mumbled back in minimized volume, his face lowered in concentration as though it took all of it to work through the simple chore. He didn't bother looking up and meeting the eyes of whichever one had asked. He didn't need to, didn't care to see their face. The other snapped his eyes over to Theo as if he'd somehow struck gold, shooting the brunette a tight smile and excited eyes that flew over Arthur's notice. 

'Holy fucking shit', he mouthed to the newcomer through his smile.