“That one’s called Lupus.. ‘ts latin or sumthin’..” Arthur murmured, smoke wafting up from a cigarette loosely held between his lips and pointing out a string of stars in the inky sky.

The pair of you had decided to take a little break from the gang, at least for a day, and now you both comfortably lay in an open field under the nighttime sky.

Arthur kept an arm under your head, warmth exuding from his body. It was a lovely evening for stargazing.