Your hand gently traced the soft cotton of her shirt, doing your best to provide her the comfort she needed. She was whispering softly, telling you every little quarrel she felt, feeling comfortable enough to open up in that dimly-lit room.

She rubbed her eyes. "Gosh, I just..." she mumbled into the air, taking a deep breath as she cut herself off. In truth, you had been pining for Mary, holding a small semblance of love for her since the moment the two of you met. You felt an odd sense of satisfaction as she told you every negative feeling she held for Arthur. You held her attention at that moment, and you would relish in that fact.