As soon as Jacob mentioned the gang, Arthur felt almost completely sure that it had to be the one and only Charles Smith he was talking about. Tempted as he's been to go looking himself, he stays put, because if Charles got the message then he should be making his way down here soon enough. He's constantly throwing looks back the way he came, and scanning the rest of the park, in search of Charles.

When he finally spots him, there's a pang of some strange mixture between both sorrow and joy in his chest, that spreads until he can feel it all the way to his fingertips with a restlessness that urges him forward before he's actually aware he's moving. Once he does realise it, he only picks up the pace, lips and arms both spreading wide as his throat twists into itself and his eyes start burning. Doesn't matter. He's not sure he'd care much, at this point, if he started actually sobbing.

Dying really does change things.