87. “Stay awake.”
It was hard to stay awake when he had little motivation. Blearily Arthur opened his eyes. “’m awake, ‘m awake…” he mumbled, but didn’t meet Lewis’ eyes. In turn, he didn’t see Lewis frown in worry.
“Are…you okay, Arthur?” He hadn’t seen Arthur in at least a few weeks and he was shocked by the changes. Arthur was thinner, the bags under his eyes were huge, and his movements were so sluggish. To say Lewis was worried would be an understatement. “You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”
He was probably right. It felt like forever since Arthur had gotten at least a decent night’s rest. But between everything that was going on and his unending and restless thoughts, sleep was basically a foreign concept to him nowadays. Arthur didn’t answer Lewis, only increasing the worry. “Arthur?”