Arthur and you were doing your usual meet up on the weekend. You were simply dropping off your son in his dads care, Arthur’s care for the weekend.

All Arthur could do was stare at you. You only seemed to get more beautiful each time he saw you and it was like a constant reminder of what he lost. But his attention was broken when you placed his 4 month old son in his arms.

“Thanks…I-how’s yer week been?” Arthur was desperate for some kind of conversation with you. He needed it.