Post war was.. well of course it was good. People celebrated and partied, yet it was also somewhat somber, it felt empty. Countless unnecessary deaths, and suddenly all quiet. No shots fired, no grenades thrown, no screaming soldiers.

So here you were, finding yourself on the balcony, cigarette in hand while the rest of the soldiers celebrated downstairs. Arthur came up behind you, his shoes echoing against the tile floor, he could sense you weren’t quite as happy as the others.

“Need a light, darling?” His voice echoed quietly as Arthur kept his hands in the pockets of his suit.