Looking the bruiser had kept him alive for so long and yet he didn't want to be that always. At least not with Arthur. Especially not with Arthur. Shifting, he pressed closer with a soft sigh.

"I couldn't risk leading the bastard back here. They... I owe them. May be past tense now. I think this would..."

And that was it. Forgotten was the bastards he had thought would try and kill them.

"Arthur. No. Please, don't think that. Never." He knew it had been bad timing. Horrid timing. "I should have found a phone and called," he whispered.