Diesel, who had been quietly observing, leaned forward. “You know, we run a community outreach program. Help folks get back on their feet. If you’re interested, we can find a way to get you back into a home.”

Arthur looked around the table, at the faces of these men who had opened their hearts to him. He nodded slowly, overwhelmed by the kindness. “I’d like that,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics, stories of the road, tales of youthful escapades, and laughter filled the room. Arthur found himself smiling, the warmth of acceptance seeping into his bones.