You were practically half asleep as your feet stumbled their ways back to your hotel room, the one you were sharing with Arthur.

You had been messing around in town for most of the day, so as you wandered up to the door, exhausted and desperate for a bed, it took everything in your body to pause as you heard Arthur talking to himself.

“Ah, you ugly bastard.” He mumbled. You were a curious person, so you couldn’t resist opening the door, just a bit, to see him standing in front of the mirror. “You’re gettin’ old. Old and…kinda sad.”