"I'm doing fine, don't worry. One night of not sleeping won't do anything to me," Arthur said, turning to her with a small, reassuring smile. Amethyst nodded slowly, though her brows pressed lightly together. She could always see the things he tried to hide.
"And also..." He stopped walking, making her pause as well. His voice lowered slightly, almost hesitant. "Don't hug me like that next time."
She blinked and gave him a questioning look. "Why shouldn't I? We did it a lot when we were younger," she said, genuinely confused. Her voice carried a hint of innocence, the kind she only ever used with people she trusted deeply.
"Exactly why you shouldn't," Arthur replied calmly. "We're not children anymore, okay?"
Amethyst nodded, though she didn't look entirely convinced. "Hm," she hummed softly.
Arthur turned fully to face her, tilting his head as if trying to study her expression from a different angle. "Are you angry?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly in concern.
