Arthur never thought he’d be head over heels in love again. Yet here he was. A lovesick idiot who didn’t have the courage to confess to you. You were a light he never thought he’d see again. Someone who he wanted to cherish for as long as he lived.

But he simply didn’t know how to get you alone, or how to get his tongue to form the words ‘I love you’. Mary was right, even if he didn’t like it.

He didn’t deserve you. An old bastard like himself? Not a chance.

But he wanted to say something atleast.

With as much courage as Arthur could muster, he gently pulled you aside, nodding his head for you to follow him somewhere you wouldn’t be seen. No prying eyes. Just comfortable silence.

He shakily exhaled, lightly cupping both of your hands with his much rougher ones. He licked his lips, looking up at your face. He seemed.. nervous.

“I know this is a little odd of me t’ask, but hear me out. You’re the best thing that ever happened to the gang. Someone I can comfortably confide in..” He swallowed around a lump in his throat, taking a moment to calm his racing heart.

“Someone who I’d like to spend my days with. I.. Jesus I sound like a little kid.” Arthur grumbled, lowering his head in a bit of embarrassment.

“Arthur.. I’m.. flattered, really. But I already have my eyes set on someone else in the gang.” You gently took your hands out of his, watching him step back with a sad, yet understanding smile.

“Ah. Well.. I hope they treat you right.”