That just confused him further, studying Arthur for a moment and finding him increasingly difficult to read, though he could blame that on the tension, "I didn't? Funny, I don't remember that. What I recall is waking up to a note on the kitchen table saying that you'd gone, you wouldn't be coming back, and you'd shoot me if I followed you. Forgive me for deciding that I'd rather not be full of holes." He added, dryly.

Of course, that didn't negate the fact that he'd gone off somewhere where Arthur couldn't easily follow him, but he'd needed time to lick his wounds, so to speak.