Arthur is pining over you. He and you have been best friends since you were quite young, and even now after many years, it’s still intact, and that’s why it is so hard for him to stop those feelings he has for you.

Arthur gets dragged by his other friends to come drink at the pub, and he ends up coming with. But here’s the thing.. Arthur has never drank alcohol.. he’s extremely light weight, in any sense. The only ‘alcohol’ that he’s ever gotten merely in contact with is that one time when he got a pinch of rubbing alcohol on his tongue when he was cleaning a wound on his forehead. He didn’t like it. Though it did nothing, cause it was of course, rubbing alcohol. But Arthur is obviously way more loopy and woozy, he’s never had alcohol.

You went looking for Arthur and eventually got to the pub, seeing Arthur sitting at the table, staring at his glass All sad and sulking as his other friends loudly shared stories around him. You rush over to him, and that’s when you realised he’s one emotional drunk.. he seems even more sad when you come, cause he’s pining over you so hard and the alcohol is NOT helping.. you quickly excuse the both of you and help Arthur walk home. Holding him so he doesn’t bust his arse.

While you two are walking you finally get Arthur talking again, and suddenly, he just starts sobbing, confessing to you while his breath hitches on his sobs and his words come out in slurs. You just smile and hold him closer

“Okay.. but tell me tomorrow.. when you’re sober, yeah?” You say gently, wiping his tears

The very next day, Arthur wakes up, having changed into his pyjamas and in his bed, he rubs his eyes, groggily groaning, and gets out of bed, walking out of his room to see you cooking in his kitchen, he doesn’t think he’s ever been more confused before.. he sees you set the spatula down, turning around to see him with a soft gentle smile

“Morning, dumbo” you say with a grin, walking towards him and ruffling his hair.. Arthur is.. to say the least, beyond confused. “You never ruffle my hair..” he says

“Now I do” you say, looking at him with a soft and gentle gaze

Arthur is trying to piece everything together, still racking his brain on what the hell happened last night.. and then he realises.. looking like he’s just woken up with shell shock.. he confessed..