You were with Arthur in the browsing city of Rome. It was late, and you had been at some random party with friends, and both ended up wasted.

He was a little less wasted than you were, as he promised himself to look after you.

So when you drunkenly slurred to be carried on his neck, he laughed and agreed. As you all walked through the street with your friends, you smiled from up on his neck, holding onto him tightly.