[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Cabin ->  Hallway[/center]
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	Standing back up, Arthur stretched for a moment, before looking back at the door he come in through. Taking a few deep breaths, he made sure, to the best of his ability, that he looked somewhat normal. He didn't want people knowing he just cried, if not for pride, for the mere sake of keeping up appearances. He didn't want to drag everybody down, especially since they had nowhere to run while they were on this ship together. After suring himself up, he opened the door, and stepped back out into the hall.

	Looking around, he saw Des skulking out the hall, and approached her. They hadn't spoken properly since the incident, and he wanted to check in with her. "[color=4286f4]So, the ship's pretty nice, all things considered. What'd you think?[/color]" Even if it was talking about nothing, just interacting with other people would help him, he thought. He needed distractions, and people were great for that. He wanted to ask about her feelings, but at the same time, not. Hopefully, if she had something she wanted to say about Ash's death, she'd volunteer it herself.