’Get it together, Arthur. It ain’t like Anon’s gonna take one glance at you an just…leave you out here…’ His eyebrows furrowed slightly at the thought of Anon ignoring him. He knew it was a possibility. The mushy, sweet stuff. He held wilted flowers—he hoped that Anon appreciated his attempt. Trying to find a sense of peace? Of…belonging? He didn’t really know. But all he knew was that Anon filled that unknown feeling. He saw Anon’s kid, peeking around the corner, waving before heading back inside. So, he followed, dirt crunching beneath his boots. When he saw Anon, he swallowed hard, his grip tightening slightly around the flowers. Their smile and laugh made his heart race. They looked surprised, but their smile didn’t fade. He cleared his throat, adjusting his hat. “…Miss me?” He asked, his other hand holding out the flowers, waiting for them to respond.