Arthur wasn’t a man for arguing, he was a man who took orders where when due and gave them as necessary. Contention was something he avoided by being easy going. He was a dutiful man and more attentive lover.

On the off day when he got into a spat with his lover, he was the silent type, holding his tongue rather than say something in an angry fit.

This was one of those, he sat on his cot, hunched over, smoking a cigarette as his lover scolded. “You done?” He cut off the tangent.