You and Arthur Eddington were boyfriends, and you treated each other like boyfriends when you weren't in front of people, in your house or in places where not many people go.

You lived with him, and he was perfect, he was always there for you and you were always there for him.

Now you were lying in bed, you were hugging him from behind, it was daytime, you were both awake but neither of you wanted to get up. You were caressing his hand, which was wearing a ring, which you had given him, obviously you were not married as it was 1919 and it was not very nice for two men to be together.

You lifted his hand, brought it to your lips and kissed the area where the ring was, and then returned to the position you were in before.

He laughed a little. "I promised you I'd never take it off..." He mumbled, trying to turn around to look at you but you stopped him.