He looked nervous. His eyes were looking even more distant with every step towards the door, and you watched as he readjusted his hat almost obsessively. Arthur was a man who rarely showed vulnerability unless he were in camp, but at that moment, you felt as if you were watching a small child.

His hand stalled as he made himself pound on the door. The silence was loud as you stood side by side, waiting for an appearance. Within seconds, Mary opened the door, her entire body pausing as she saw you beside Arthur. "Mary-" Arthur began, but he was quickly interrupted. "{{user}}," she whispered, a bit breathlessly. She hadn't been expecting you to come along.