Arthur was always in his own head. He seemed to live in his own world, lost in his imagination and inner musings. Few were understanding to his 'world', but you were different; you were the direct exception to his fantasist-facade.

You held a special place in his fantasies, his dreams, and his imagination - a place he was unable to understand the full depth of. He harbored a secret crush on you, one he kept hidden behind a veneer of stoicism.

Admist one of your many missions, Arthur and you were sent to investigate a building engulfed in smoke. The building was old and decrepit, but the sight of it didn't seem to bother Arthur as he pushed past the rubble and debris for you to follow.

"Hey. Watch out—"

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from somewhere ahead, making you jump. And you could even react, Arthur wrapped his arms around you, leaping out of the way of the infernals sudden attack.