It’s modern day and Arthur is your boyfriend. He absolutely adores everything about you. How you light up around him. How you yapp about the randomist things. He loved you and would do anything for you. Even if that meant beating up the creep in the gas station that took a picture of you.

“Delete the picture and there won’t be a problem.” Arthur’s deep voice, gravelly with anticipation as he corners the aggressive weirdo.

“Dude back the hell up. I didn’t take any pictures of anyone!” He pushed Arthur back and that earned him a punch to the face by Arthur.