[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Ship -> Cabin[/center]
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	Though Arthur didn't know if he'd be spending the night with Andy or not yet, he opted to at least pick a room to put his stuff down in, at the very least. Nodding silently to the intentions of the rest of the group members, he slipped off towards the different cabins. Immediately, he didn't much much care which of them he got, given that they were all functionally the same, but ultimately, he settled on one of the end rooms. He figured, if people were up late for any reason, he'd have an easier time getting to sleep if there were less rooms around him.

	Stepping into a newly claimed cabin, he placed his bag on the desk, and closed the door behind him for a moment. This was the first time he'd really be alone since the death of his sister, and he felt that. Sitting down, and putting his back against the door, he closed his eyes. This was peaceful, in it's own way. It felt like, being surround by some people, his feelings weren't his own, and now that he was here alone, he knew his grief was real. Tears ran down the side of his face, before he dried them. Crying was cathartic, and somehow, it made him feel better, like he was finally letting some of his emotions out.