The river cuts deep quickly past the bank of rocks and mud, a sudden drop with a quick-moving undercurrent, but it's not choked with weeds this close to the bridge, so there's a clear view of the raised, deceptively blue water.

And Arthur doesn't hesitate to sit down next to him, coat tails tucked under his ass and a leg out straight and pressing against Jedao's. "It's fucking awful, not being able to- to get someone," he agrees, leaning back on his gloved hands. "That despite your best efforts you can't- make it make sense."