[Arthur's warm against him, and it does bring a mote of comfort -- a reminder that he's here now, and not in that blasted pool hall, fending for his own life without anyone to aid him. But the guilt claws deeply. That quiet "oh" of a realization stings, in knowing that he could have saved him so much pain.
Easy to fall into gloom thanks to this thought alone. But Dream reminds himself that Arthur is the one in need of aid right now, that his self-pitying can be saved for later, and he lifts a heavy arm to (gently) wrap around Arthur's middle.]
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Easy to fall into gloom thanks to this thought alone. But Dream reminds himself that Arthur is the one in need of aid right now, that his self-pitying can be saved for later, and he lifts a heavy arm to (gently) wrap around Arthur's middle.]
And I will be there. Swiftly. You have my word.
But for now... what can I do for you?