Arthur has a good seven inches on him, Hanna tucks in easily, and while it takes him a moment, he does fine a space there, turning easily enough to press his face into his side.

He catches what he says, there is some curiosity there, but he can feel how thin Arthur is, and he just gently nods against his side. Horrible things and experiences had left them both rather fragile, but they had survived. He'll leave the question of who he'd lost for another time.

"I'm sorry." He starts, quietly, "for...being a little shit this month." December is always hard, and then Alan disappeared, David and Edwin following shortly after, Sokie assuring him that the Lester pair and John had one foot out the door.

"I always visit in December. Couldn't this year, it- It threw me off."