Arthur

It isn't until a few days later that Arthur comes and finds Jack, knocking on the door and leaning against the frame.

He spends most of his time avoiding the other man, which why it's unusual for him to materialize at this time of day, even more unusual for him to initiate an encounter. But he explains quickly;

"Eames is here. We'll be in our room, come when you're ready."

As short and to the point as ever.

They don't speak to one another, as a rule. Arthur is quiet at the best of times, and now that they're off together in a comfortable property he generally keeps to himself. He works for most of the day, or spends it in the village, and returns quietly at nightfall, sharing Jack's bed but not conversing with him much.

It's a rare sight, finding him down in the courtyard for the day, working on caring for his (surprisingly many) weapons, treating the leather he fights in when he does, the horse's tack as well.

Since they moved out here, he hasn't had much occasion to think about fighting. The sword in his hand almost feels unfamiliar.

Arthur hears that Bruce and Tony are having a rough time from Bruce, and plans a platonic, supportive visit- rather intending to come in where Peter let off.

He arrives, in fact, with take out.

He isn't able to help himself. When things start to die down, he slips out of the main room of the party, heading to go find somewhere quieter. A bookcase, a desk, papers and hardbacks.

He's turned sideways a bit, reading the title of Dante's Inferno, mouth curving in a smile.