[ It's acknowledgement enough, though to be fair if he'd heard "go away," he still would have pushed forward as he's doing now. He finds the door unlocked, and knowing that this does directly against decorum, he enters anyway. The door closes behind him with a quiet click. ]
How are you feeling?
[ The question too is quiet, tempered by a month of tense silence, but even more by what he sees before him: Arthur half-passed out, still looking as ragged as he had an hour prior. ]
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How are you feeling?
[ The question too is quiet, tempered by a month of tense silence, but even more by what he sees before him: Arthur half-passed out, still looking as ragged as he had an hour prior. ]