Arthur didn’t have much experience in relationships. He knew how to be a gentleman, how to be soft and kind. But this was only with his young relationship with Mary, which had been long dead — and his fleeting “relationship” with Eliza, the mother of his son. Who had both passed.

To put it simply, he had never found himself believing he’d fall in love again. But he was wrong, as always. It was a shock to him, considering he had fallen in love with you — a man.