"Yea, good huntin' in these parts, and fishin'. Lake don't freeze solid neither." while he'd only really just begun to find a routine here, he could see himself spending many years on this lake. Until either other people got too close or someone found out he weren't Sinclair, or a bunch of other reasons, but for now, life was good and plentiful here. Hamish had certainly picked an ideal place, and Arthur was grateful he got to have it.

"Trouble in Van Horn huh? Seems that place is quite filled with it" he chuckled, sipping his coffee and watching the other man spread out. He was such a pretty sight. Arthur found himself wanting to kiss him, run his fingers through his hair...ride him until they collapsed...Maybe later.

"Well, tonight and the next couple are the full moon so you'll have the place to yourself so make yourself at home."