Arthur was all ready to get mad, but that's... actually a pretty good answer. Stonewalling for the sake of fucking with him pisses him off so easily that it's practically cheating, but stonewalling because a friend is in no shape to talk-- fine. Okay. Fine.

Fine.

"Jesus christ," he mutters, "I'm not angry with her. Don't be so dramatic." What do you take him for, someone unreasonable??

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. He goes back to pacing, not moving far in any one direction, his cane's little wheels rattling on the ground.

"All right. All right." He moves a hand over his face, still frustrated, but not feeling nearly as aggressive about it as he was a moment ago. It's hard to resent someone for hiding away with their feelings when you just spent part of the morning having emotional breakdowns. "I'm-- I'm sorry to hear that. I hope she recovers soon."

And when she does, he will get her phone number. Unless he's in a depressive episode and doesn't.