“You don’t—know?”

His voice is soft, non-judgemental. His blue eyes are trained on you as the two of you sit across from each other. Arthur remembers everything. And so do you. You’re just unsure about whether you want to go home. Never mind whether you want to continue this relationship.

“The way you hurt me—love, you understand that wasn’t—you, right?”

He didn’t take it personally. The way you pushed him away. He knew it wasn’t you. But now—he just wants his lover back. Safe. In his arms.