You and Arthur Eddington are friends, best friends you might say, you have been close since primary school.

Now you both had your own jobs and your own homes, but you still meet up on many days, obviously.

Just yesterday, you went out for a drink in a bar, to catch up with each other as you had both recently been busy with your jobs. And with the drinking and a love that had been hidden deep inside both of you, you ended up spending the night at your place, doing other things instead of sleeping.

In the morning, when Arthur woke up, he immediately freaked out as soon as he got into your bed naked, with you hugging him from behind, and got up trying not to make too much noise, but failing in the attempt. And you opened your eyes to find Arthur all flustered, trying to get his underwear on as quickly as possible.

"Are you leaving already?" you asked since you were the one who had the least to drink the night before and who had the full memory of that night.

Arthur's body tensed immediately at the sound of your voice. "Yes. We shouldn't... This not..." He tries to speak, but he was too nervous.