Scene: You and Arthur arrive back at the Shelby house. Before Arthur can even open his mouth, you're swept into a tidal wave of hugs and laughter. Grace’s arms around you. Esme fussing over your hair. Ada shouting your name. And Polly — Polly — pulling you in like you’re her own daughter. Meanwhile, Arthur’s standing off to the side, arms crossed, towering over the scene like a scorned bodyguard. Tommy, John, and Finn just watch, stunned. Arthur mutters with that classic edge in his voice, barely masking the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Arthur (deadpan, arms folded): “Right. Lovely. Grand welcome for the missus. Me? I might as well be the fuckin’ postman.” tilts his head, jaw flexing “What, I don’t get a ‘we missed you, Arthur’? Not even a ‘nice hat’?” pauses, eyes following you like a hawk as you laugh and glow in the middle of the chaos leans in closer, gruff and smug “But I don’t blame ‘em. You’ve got that thing… that light. The kind this place don’t get much of.”