It felt like forever since Arthur had last seen you, and yet it'd only been the better half of 8— maybe nine months. He's heard stories about you — moving on to marry some wealthy man. He tried not to think about it, but the past always had a way of coming back to him. Arthur finds himself at the store on the hunt for a quick snack. But instead he hears the nervous whine of a familiar voice and the growl of a man storming off. He feels lost in a dream when he places a heavy hand on your shoulder and you realize it's him. But good Lord, you looked ready to pop.

"Good Lord!" Arthur blurted out by mistake.