Arkham shifted but followed the other closely, Giving a farewell nod to Tom who did the same. "Have a good rest of your night Wyatt." The man hummed and leaned back, watching them leave with a soft smile.
Arkham kept himself close, moving at a weary distance of anyone to come from around any corners or out of any rooms. Holly's approach drew an instant grin, picking the fekine up to love on her affectionately, bumping noses and smiling. Continueing to follow Wyatt like some kind of shadow.
When they entered the office he set the cat down, freezing at the other man's voice, he brought a hand to cover the tattoo on his arm defensively. Worried of being jumped. Wyatt and him talked a moment, and Arkham nodded his hello to Alex, but spoke no words, Frowning, that instantly brought a sting as it stretched the gash marks. A wince rippled through his body and he hissed.
Wyatt's command made Arkham tilt his head curiously, moving softly over to him to sit in a chair, gathering Holly into his arms. "I'm sorry, that I didn't tell you about Pa. I didn't want anyone to really worry about it."