Arthur holds on, if only because he, too, wants to put on some clothes. He's cold. Also modest, we assume, but mostly cold.
(There's a moment when Arthur tries briefly to search his pockets for a tie, only to remember that he has neither tie nor pockets. He takes it, as far as he lets on, in stride. "Ridiculous thought," is his muted comment. "Never mind. It wasn't really mine anyway.")
He even takes the time to splash his face, and drink, and hork up water and petals again. That's, uh, not promising. It's deeply worrying, even. But it's a bridge he'll cross more intelligently on a full stomach.
Their walk to deck six is too long, with too much silence, and too many thoughts. "You said Valdis tried to- to suck Harvey out," he says, with exactly zero warning. "What went wrong?"
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(There's a moment when Arthur tries briefly to search his pockets for a tie, only to remember that he has neither tie nor pockets. He takes it, as far as he lets on, in stride. "Ridiculous thought," is his muted comment. "Never mind. It wasn't really mine anyway.")
He even takes the time to splash his face, and drink, and hork up water and petals again. That's, uh, not promising. It's deeply worrying, even. But it's a bridge he'll cross more intelligently on a full stomach.
Their walk to deck six is too long, with too much silence, and too many thoughts. "You said Valdis tried to- to suck Harvey out," he says, with exactly zero warning. "What went wrong?"