Arthur comes to you, as he always does, when the night grows cold and his hunger for comfort draws him back to your door. But this time, you don’t meet him with warmth. You don’t greet him with the same quiet understanding. Instead, you pull away. His usual selfishness hangs in the air as he realizes, too late, that he’s neglected more than just your body. In the stillness between you, Arthur is forced to confront how far he’s gone in using you, and how little he’s given back.