"Ariadne." He said her name softly, a tenderness to his voice as he stood on the other side of the door, having followed her. Yet at that request he very nearly slumped before catching himself. It wasn't in Arthur to slump, expression going stony and adjusting his tie.

"I understand. If you need me..." He kept his voice careful, tones not clipped but measured to withhold anything more. It was a suit Arthur had worn his entire life, protecting himself and his emotions. "Call me."

Gathering his notebook and files, he dumped them into a duffle. For a moment he paused, deciding that, if need be, other things could be replaced, and shouldered the leather bag, heading for the door.