Arthur's expression twisted in irritation, and had he not felt some kind of duty towards the boy he would have turned around and left right then. As it was, he let out an annoyed sound and shook his head, crossing the room and sitting on the bed beside him putting one arm around his shoulders.

"I'm calling bullshit on that, kid," he said. "You're not telling me you're sitting in here crying over nothing, and if you don't want to tell me what's up, that's fine, but lying won't work."