[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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	Arthur was about to explain himself, but Andy seemed to have a grip on doing that, so he was happy to remain mostly nonverbal. It was honestly painful to try to process his feelings into words for the benefit of other people, and he really didn't have the mental energy to try to do that right now. A part of him understood that they fundamentally cared about him, and that that was why they were asking, but sometimes the care of other people felt like a burden rather than a relief. It was [i]because[/i] people cared about him and Andy here that he couldn't just leave, he had to stay, or they'd be hurt.

	Arthur squeezed her hand back, not wanting Andy to be upset, but it was everything [i]he[/i] had not to go into an emotional meltdown right now. All he could really do was enjoy the fact that, at least for now, they were both together. He wanted to feel every second, as much as he could, but he knew that as the night grew longer, he would feel worse and worse until it was too much. Breaking down in front of all their friends didn't at all sound fun or particularly great for his reputation, so he was gonna do everything he could to keep that from happening.