He watches her slice the paper, takes it carefully from her, and stares at it for a few moments with a smile. Then he sets it down gently on the bedside table. With that, he smiles and leans over to kiss her cheek, lingering.

"It's like we're friends, sharing secrets and drawings and affection. Except it's even better because you have that flame for Arthur inside you, too. You know what it's like."

His cheeks are a little pink, his hair still mussed from changing clothes. He's maybe been filling up his cup a little too much, but he's not drunk. It takes a lot more to do that.

"What is it about Arthur? Why do you love him?"

It's a difficult question, but he knows she won't begrudge him for it.