[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
[hr]
[center][img]https://s.aolcdn.com/dims-shared/dims3/GLOB/crop/3280x2050+0+121/resize/640x400!/format/jpg/quality/85/https://s.aolcdn.com/hss/storage/midas/73ce8167c00ca1dc68e8468a67c07477/202780896/Photo+Credit+Jordan+Matter.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr]
[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color] Woods
Skills: N/A[/center] 
[hr][/b]
	Arthur exhaled, and gripped Andy's hand tighter. Loss was the sort of thing he felt he was getting too used to, now feeling concern, but not a deep sadness over the fact that, apparently, Mads would be leaving them soon. He gritted his teeth, and looked on at their friends, pullin gAndy in for a side hug, before whispering, "[color=4286f4]Things'll be okay.[/color]" He wanted to promise that, but he didn't know if he could, and the thought of lying to Andy made his stomach turn more than anything else at the moment. He couldn't, and wouldn't, promise her something he didn't know he could keep.

	He tugged at Andy's shoulder, "[color=4286f4]Maybe we should go....[/color]" It felt wrong to be watching them like this, and the idea of revealing themselves after hearing something they weren't supposed to hear sounded like it could be incendiary to any kind of relationship the four of them had. He couldn't imagine how he would feel after hearing that he had a death sentence, but it wouldn't be anywhere near okay. If Andy wanted to run up and hug her aunt, he'd support her and be with her, but he wasn't about to force either of them into that situation, not without knowing what consequences it could bring.