Arthur had been distant. He was gone for nearly a week for something that would’ve taken a few days. You’d been terrified.

It wasn’t much better when he returned, you slept next to him, ate with him, and talked with him…but he wasn’t the same. Distant, sad, lonely. It was evening, and you’d decided you had to talk with him, because you knew something was wrong, and you needed to take care of him. Because you love him.