“Mm—I’m listening.”

And he is. Arthur’s just more content with snuggling into your back; his face pressed against your neck as you ramble about your latest findings. He lets out a soft hum. He’s tired. It’s the early morning. He plants a soft kiss against the crook your neck, grasping your left hand.

“Interesting.”

His thumb brushes over your wedding ring as he sighs against you, a delighted breath leaving him. He’s just glad to have some peace. A semblance of calm as he lays beside you.