A frown lingers on Arthur's face, and he listens. He doesn't cut in, doesn't try to defend himself. At worst, he's a bit stiff - this sort of thing isn't something he's well-versed in.

He does, however, sit down beside her.

"...I know that," He agrees, after a moment to consider everything. "I know that nobody's comin' for me, and that feelin' like I need to run is just my old life seeping through the cracks. It's not somethin' I'm gonna be able to shake right away. I been on the run from the law since I was a boy, and I died on the run. ...But I ain't trying to have that be something that turns me into someone who leaves you high n' dry."

He hesitates, before he offers his hand out for one of her own.

"I do love you, Sally. I don't want to run from callin' something home anymore, if you'll have me in tryin' to make one."