[After a brief, thoughtful moment, he nods. That is the crux of the problem, after all - even if Arthur is (or will be) sorry, he isn't equipped to express that, at least not beyond vagaries and abstractions.]
Yeah. [He scrubs a hand through his hair.] I'll talk to him again, I suppose. See what happens. There isn't much else I can do.
[Spam]
Yeah. [He scrubs a hand through his hair.] I'll talk to him again, I suppose. See what happens. There isn't much else I can do.