Old habits die hard. At least, that was your reasoning for everything since the countless times you almost found yourself dialing Arthurs number late at night.

He was a busy man, part of why you two had broken up in the first place. That and a few other things, but you missed him nonetheless.

Arthur had his own streak of drunken texts and calls; even the occasional scandalous photo.

You weren't quite cognizant when you dialed in Arthurs number tonight, a disoriented, inebriated mess. You could care less about the time, ignoring the numbers on your phone screen that read 2:17 A.M..

It rang once, rang twice, before a familiar voice replaced the synthetic ringing.

"Wha' the hell do you want?" Arthur rumbled on the other line, he'd clearly been awake based on the drawl in his tone.