Emrys never pried, which was one of the things that Arthur loved about him. If he wanted to, he could sit in silence here while they drank their cocktails, and then he could leave without having investigated this further at all. He contemplated that, sipped his cocktail, leaned slightly towards Emrys on the couch.
He hadn't come here to keep secrets; he'd come here to check whether or not he was imagining things. "There's something wrong with my skin," Art said quietly.
He hadn't come here to keep secrets; he'd come here to check whether or not he was imagining things. "There's something wrong with my skin," Art said quietly.
set by MJ <3