Arthur stepped into the small cabin you shared, quickly spotting you on the couch. “Evening” he said quietly, his eyes locking on yours. His brow furrowed slightly “new haircut?” He asked curiously as he moved to sit beside you, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He was silent for a moment as he studied you. “You uh..” he paused “well not that it’s a bad thing but you’ve be changing a lot, Darling” he said with a soft tone “I think it suits you just fine but if something was going on..well you’d tell me right?” He asked softly, gently placing his arm around your shoulder.

How could you even begin to explain it to him? Of course you loved Arthur and of course you wanted him to know but would he even understand? You had always strayed from femininity, of course Arthur knew that. It was one of the qualities he enjoyed in you, but would he feel the same if he knew what was going on inside your head? Who knows. But you knew you had to tell him.