There was a part of Arthur that felt like he shouldn't be here; they were married, and maybe they wouldn't be eventually, but for now they were married. Still, though - he was stuck in place by the afternoon they had had, and the way Ben had paced around his home as if the world was ending. Melody Crouch could sit on the couch with her glaring and her dramatics and her maybe-real pregnancy; he didn't like her and he didn't trust her, and she was ruining Ben's life as well as her own.
He was thinking, really, about the last time he and Desdemona had a real fight. Art walked out - he had never been able to handle people yelling at him, really - but he'd come back, and Ben was coming back, and under other circumstances maybe things could work out. But there was the letter Ben had sent him: their most recent fight aside, Ben wasn't okay. She looked so gaunt that Melody Crouch probably wasn't okay, either.
They were better off apart. He couldn't say it here, though.
He was thinking, really, about the last time he and Desdemona had a real fight. Art walked out - he had never been able to handle people yelling at him, really - but he'd come back, and Ben was coming back, and under other circumstances maybe things could work out. But there was the letter Ben had sent him: their most recent fight aside, Ben wasn't okay. She looked so gaunt that Melody Crouch probably wasn't okay, either.
They were better off apart. He couldn't say it here, though.
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