"Probably not here," he said with a glance around. "I kind of like this place. Maybe the warehouse. Let Cobb clean it up," he said as if that was the answer to everything. Except they knew it wasn't. It was Arthur that solved the problems,. Arthur the one that fixed things. Now he just maybe didn't have to do it alone; like he had for the last three years.

"I'd love something. Doesn't even have to be alcohol," he admitted.