<b><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=84757&amp;pid=2043307#pid2043307">Arthur Connington</a></b><br/><b>Location:</b>Apartment 901.<br/><b>Tag:</b>Cassie Gutierrez.<br/><b>Time:</b>Mid to late evening.<br/><br/>Cassie seemed pensive, almost sulking if she didn't look so energetic and lively, but as Arthur was caught in a situation he had trouble handling, she also seemed caught within and soon abandoned the small talk. Her words about feeling trapped surprised Arthur briefly, but then he remembered how his own daughter was before going to college, before leaving him there. Arthur had done his best to allow her to do what she pleased, to discover herself and grow without restrictions as she seemed to crave it at her age. Cassie was supposed to be at least three years older, or so Arthur thought since she had a license that allowed her to drink, but she seemed suffocated by problems he deemed all too similar to his daughter's.<br/><br/>"I think I know what you mean, but that's a prison you can't run from, you can't hide from" he said, caressing her hair. "Some traps you don't flee, you outgrow them. You become stronger, smarter and I guess that unavoidably... older" Arthur added with a smile. "I know, I know that the last thing one wants to hear it's that things take time but... it's not a passive thing, it's not about just letting days go. It's about changing a bit, growing a bit every day, leaving things behind even if painful-" he paused, choking a bit.<br/><br/>"Like getting out for drinks one night that seemed like any other" Arthur finished after a longer pause than he intended. "I know the temptation to run away though, felt it too many times when writing after all. If you do run, I'd visit you" he said, getting up from the couch and taking Cassie by her hand, helping her raise with him. "And we could dance barefoot on the beach of that island of yours" he finished, letting himself get carried by Cassie's whimsical questions, the pace of the music, the warmth of her body against his. Arthur danced with Cassie, wrapping her in something that was more of a protective embrace than proper dancing stance.