Arthur shrugged. The shrug didn't encompass this, but the admission was damning — more damning than the gambling, maybe. "I don't know, I — I wasn't there," he admitted, and it felt like a confession, and he was looking at his hands instead of at Ben at all, "Until after."
It hadn't been his choice, Arthur's kneecap had been shattered in the game and it was only until it was halfway pieced together again that the mediwizard had bothered telling him about Desdemona at all, but — he hadn't been there, waiting outside the room for Dez, until well after. And the baby would have died anyways if he had been, he knew that, but it still felt like an offense their marriage would never recover from.
It hadn't been his choice, Arthur's kneecap had been shattered in the game and it was only until it was halfway pieced together again that the mediwizard had bothered telling him about Desdemona at all, but — he hadn't been there, waiting outside the room for Dez, until well after. And the baby would have died anyways if he had been, he knew that, but it still felt like an offense their marriage would never recover from.
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