She was right, even though he didn't want her to be. Things could have gotten even worse in a matter of seconds. But he scolded himself for not knowing the risks. That was his job, after all.
He was going to protest, tell her that he was, but he didn't have it in him. "Alright, I will. I think Viv wanted to speak with me about something." He got up and exited the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.
Viv was waiting in the living room. "Settled in?" She asked. Arthur nodded. "So...you two are...together?" She wasn't one to beat around the bush.
"Yes."
"She's young—"
"She's over eighteen if that's what you're asking." His face was stern. She raised her hand to touch his cheek. He didn't move. "I still care about you Arthur—" He moved out of her touch.
"You're the one who didn't want a relationship, Vivienne. It's too late to go back now." She sighed and handed him an old faded t-shirt.
"Here, for Ariadne. I don't think she'll be too comfortable in that dress." He nodded to her in thanks and started to make his way back to the bedroom.
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He was going to protest, tell her that he was, but he didn't have it in him. "Alright, I will. I think Viv wanted to speak with me about something." He got up and exited the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.
Viv was waiting in the living room. "Settled in?" She asked. Arthur nodded. "So...you two are...together?" She wasn't one to beat around the bush.
"Yes."
"She's young—"
"She's over eighteen if that's what you're asking." His face was stern. She raised her hand to touch his cheek. He didn't move. "I still care about you Arthur—" He moved out of her touch.
"You're the one who didn't want a relationship, Vivienne. It's too late to go back now." She sighed and handed him an old faded t-shirt.
"Here, for Ariadne. I don't think she'll be too comfortable in that dress." He nodded to her in thanks and started to make his way back to the bedroom.