Arthur's world was completely perfect in his eyes. He was seen as a hero and a strong individual, but he wouldn't have made it without you.

He lay in your shared bed, shirtless with only his sweatpants on and his mop of greying black hair being messy, his gear simply thrown onto your dresser.

Arthur was to tired to put them away properly and he was glad to be away from the office and police car to be with you. He got home around one in the morning, and you were sound asleep.