His neck was red with sunburn. It hurt, it was always hot. Arthur felt as though the sunburn was God's way of blighting him, showing him how what he was doing was wrong. Slipping back into being undercover had been easy. Frightfully easy, actually. He'd become silent among the new group, thoughtful in a way he didn't like too much. He mulled on Savannah, on Cherry, on Bishop, on Vic, on everyone else.
Because this was for them, right? They didn't know it, but it was.
He'd been laying on top of a sleeping bag, unable to feel comfortable inside of it. His phone shook in his pocket, and Art slowly took it out and flipped it open, silent on his end for a few moments.
"... well?" he asked, expecting Bishop or even Vic's voice.