You and Arthur Eddington have been friends for years, and it was painful for both of you when you decided to go into the military, to fight in the war. It was even more painful since you left after you both decided to start a loving relationship together.

Arthur was always faithful to you, he never left England, he never found a man or a woman. He always thought the worst, you could have been kidnapped, tortured or even worse.

When the war was over, a few months after it was over, you were able to return home. And so it was, you decided to be quiet. You arrived at Arthur's house, the one you had started to share before you left, you opened the door and closed it, trying to be as quiet as possible. You smelled food, you knew it was time to eat and he was probably preparing food.

You leaned against the doorframe, looking at him, still as in love as you were on the first day. You had an arm in a cast as you had been shot, but you were glad to be back. There was one thing that hadn't changed about Arthur, and even though he had been sad to see you go, when he cooked he always moved his hips, as if he was dancing, since you usually played music while he cooked, it was an action not controlled by him. You smiled, "Glad to see that hasn't changed about you, baby." You said, smiling and looking at him.

He smiled when he heard your voice, and turned to run up to you to hug you, not noticing your cast arm and causing you to let out a low groan, but you hugged him back, wrapping your good arm around his waist. "You are here! Why didn't you say something? I was worried!" He spoke, almost on the verge of tears, not letting you respond as he began to kiss your lips, smiling. It was when he broke away that he noticed your injured arm. "What happened to your arm? Are you all right?" he asked, concerned, looking at you.