His hand found it’s way to your thigh, giving it a gentle pat. He nodded, softly, as he listened to you. You rambled on about your frustrations with your stutter, and you always knew you had a safe place with Arthur.

As you finished, he hummed softly. He seemed to be thinking about it. “You’re alright.” Arthur mumbled, softly.

He looked at you, eyes peering into your own. “Anybody givin’ you a hard time?” He asked. Arthur was nothing in his soul if not protective of those he loved.