[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color] Van -> streets
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	Arthur gave Andy a hug that perhaps lasted a hair too long. This was the last time they'd see each other for a good while, but he was committed to doing everything he could to make sure that this was not the last time. Exhaling, he let go, and actually felt a little better about everything. It was a lot like ripping off a bandaid, it hurt in the moment, but not as much as your brain tells you it will, and the sting doesn't last much longer than a moment. He knew sleeping tonight would be hard, but for now, he was as okay as he possibly could be, given the situation.

	He tried to get himself to look up about the situation, and forced a smile at Leda. "[color=4286f4]I've never been out to the ocean before![/color]" He said, a tremor in his voice, "[color=4286f4]Maybe it'll be nice, new experiences, right?[/color]" He quickly looked away, sneaking a glance back at Andy, not having the will to actually say goodbye. He didn't [i]want[/i] to, because it wasn't goodbye. They'd be back together in not too long, sitting in their cabin, telling stories and killing time. They just had to both make it back, and then everything would be okay, and the world would be a little safer for the two of them.