Arthur sighed, a faint smirk as he looked at you, a almost puppy dog look in his eyes. His hand tightened around his whiskey glass, his eyes trailing across your form in the dim light “You’re too sweet for me...” he mumbled softly, taking a swig of his whiskey.

Arthur was always fond of you, especially when he was drunk. It always loosened him up. You wished he would whisper sweet nothings in your ear when he wasn’t completely shit faced but you took what you could get.