Arthur cupped his face in his hands and breathed into his fingers, like Freddie was testing him on some deep level, instead of just mildly. There was some version of Arthur that could process this in a functional way, he was sure — some version of Arthur who could tell Freddie that he hadn't paid for sex often when he was having it pre-maritally, that there probably was a girl who would have sex with Freddie and probably be more experienced than he was, that maybe it would happen but that Freddie had to be a more confident flirt if it was going to. Art knew exactly what that version of himself would say: he couldn't access it, though.

Instead he said, "Fitz doesn't know this, does he," from behind his hands.

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