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No Second Chances - Part Three

Summary: You were still learning to be a hunter when you fell in love with your colleague Arthur Ketch. Your situation wasn’t easy in the first place, your feelings were just making it harder. Though nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to witness.

Words: 1454

Pairings: Arthur Ketch x Reader, slight Arthur Ketch x ???

Warnings: Angst, brief smut mention, blood mention, injury 

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Two sides of the same coin

Arthur Pendragon & Merlin Emrys
The once and Future King & the greatest Sorcerer to ever walk the Earth


The last days mark my re-obsession with Merlin and here we are, I drew something. Funny to compare this accidental piece with the old one of these two (klick) from 2013.

Every time I see this I just imagine it’s Eames having gotten himself into a situation that requires Arthur to rescue him… and Arthur shows up, pulls up the bag, sees that Eames is fine and tugs it right back down while he goes and handles things because he’s annoyed with Eames having been in the situation in the first place. 

I LOVE THAT BEN ADDED THE STAR TO ARTHUR’S DESIGN YAAAASS

Alpha Sitting

So here’s my gift for @weebwritings for the usuk summer festival! Sorry it’s a little late, my laptop completely broke down :/ Anyway, I hope you like it!


“Arthur, do you remember that alpha who used to live next to me when we were children?” Francis asked, leaning back in the chair he was sitting in and crossing his legs, eyes glancing across the stack of papers he was holding. It had been a slow day in the library so far, not many people wanting to come in while the weather was so nice, and the beta’s boredom-induced attempts at conversation were beginning to get on Arthur’s nerves.

“You’re supposed to remain quiet in a library, you idiot,” Arthur grumbled, pulling another stack of books from the drop box and beginning to silently check them back in, “How have you not gotten that concept by now?”

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(Thank you so much! That really means a lot to me. I hope you and everyone else continue to enjoy it.)

(As promised, Alfred x Arthur time alone lol.)

Summary: After meeting Alfred on an online site for omegas and alphas to find a mate, Arthur decides to make a trip to America to find out if Alfred really is the right mate for him, and if Alfred will think Arthur is the right one too.
AU: Omegaverse AU, Cowboy AU
Warnings: This will be a slow start fic kinda. In later chapters there will be NSFW content but for now just expect fluff and awkwardness.

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A kiss is sweeter than Candy

((This was so much better in my head but I procrastinated too much. ))

(The tenses of this fic comes off real weirdly. or the first part, i really saw no need to have dialogue. Its just internal dialogue till towards the end. IDK. I really tried sticking dialogue in it, but couldnt. Maybe down the road i can, but really it doesnt really NEED it. But i digress, this was actually painful to write at points. Just a reminder, in my headcanon Arthur is asexual. )
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Arthur will admit, he is not the best at expressing himself. Sometimes he just doesn’t want to bother people with his feelings, or things like that. If he was asked, he would come clean, but usually he just tried to keep them to himself. There are times where this would end up biting him in the butt tho. He just never had the courage to be honest, not with himself, not with his friends.

He realized it by accident, after one drunken night of truth or dare. Vivi giggled and crowed at the sight, while Lewis thought he was beet-red embarrassed and flustered due to pushing his limits with his being asexual. But that wasn’t the whole truth. Arthur had nothing against kissing. The kiss in question he shared was chaste. It just caused him confusion that he couldn’t think thru till he was sober, and even then it was still hard to figure out. Lewis had laughed it off, and Arthur laughed with him, all the while the budding feelings grew. The kiss was Arthur’s first, and wouldn’t be his last. But one he would never forget.

He was in love. And did not know how to tell the person he was in love with how he felt. They were best friends for the longest time, since the 3rd grade. But one of the things that stopped him from coming forward with his feelings, was the fact that both of his friends were obviously madly in love with each other. Who was he to get in the middle of that? He had no right. And, he was a coward. He feared being rejected or laughed at for his feelings. So he just suppressed them. Denied them. Pretended they didn’t exist. And that just made him an easier target.

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Arthur, being completely oblivious about romance, totally did not see the cues. He never noticed the way Vivi seemed to look at him, nor did he realized how he was looking towards Vivi. He hated the paranormal crap, but he always wanted to make Vivi happy. And while he first started continuing the ghost hunting after he finished his prosthetic to distract him from wallowing in self hatred, he eventually went along because he loved to make Vivi happy. And making her happy became the most important thing to him. He also felt a slight need to also protect her, in spite of knowing what Mystery was.

He never realized how he felt towards her, nor how she felt towards him till after dinner, payed with money from their most recent case. She had leaned over the table and planted a kiss on his lips. He was shocked at first, then started to kiss back. He wont deny enjoying it. It reminded him of something he couldn’t describe. But then he remembered what Vivi was to him. Not just a close friend, but his dead best friend’s girlfriend. He broke the kiss gently, placing both hands on her shoulders. The look of confusion and hurt sending a stabbing pain of regret into his heart. He almost gave the classic ‘its not you it’s me’ speech, but managed to stop himself. He had just said that he wasn’t ready for that kind of relationship. Then he turned from the tear filled blue eyes he walked towards he bathrooms. He then realized that he loved Vivi too. Just like he had loved Lewis. And that was the reason he had to let her down. She was Lewis’s. Not his. Even tho Lewis was dead, he had no right! Maybe one day he will sum up the courage to explain his behavior. But for now, the two of them pretended it never happened. It was for the better, right?

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A short time after finding Lewis and rekindling all friendships, Lewis and Vivi managed to rekindle their relationship. It was rocky at first as Vivi slowly was able to sot thru her memories. But as she remembered more and more, the closer she and Lewis got.  And the more it hurt Arthur. How he felt for both of them, the confusing attraction. And the fact that there was that time where he made out with Vivi. Trying to keep it a secret was painful. Lewis and Vivi would always ask what was wrong, and he would brush it off. Its not a secret that he would have nightmares about that night. And it wasn’t a secret that he would feel uncomfortable if they got too touchy feely. But he hated lying. He decided one night, that if he could face Lewis about that night, he could come clean about making out with Vivi. Which is how he ended up in front of Lewis’s room at his mansion.

“Hey Arthur, whats up?” Lewis answered, in his human form. 

Arthur nervously rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand. “Um, can we talk? I-in my room?”

“Sure,” Lewis replied and following Arthur back to his room across the hall.

Arthur was fidgity, that much was obvious. Lewis wondered what had gotten him so nervous, as he watched Arthur pace the length of his room. As far as he could tell, he wasnt having any exceptionally bad nightmares lately. Altho Arthur had recently started trying to isolate himself again, which was typical if he was uncomfortable about how he and Vivi got sometimes. 

“Well? What did you need Arthur?” Lewis asked.

Arthur stopped his pacing, and turned towards the ghost. He took a deep breath and said in one go “OkSoWhileYouWereDeadIKindaMadeOutWithViviIMeanSheKissedMeAndIKissedHerBackAndIKnowIHadNoRightToI'mSorryIDidThat.”

Lewis stared at Arthur for a full minute with a confused look on his face. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

Arthur didn’t look up at his friend, “I know, I’m a horrible friend to do that." 

Lewis held his hand out to catch Arthur’s attention. "No, I mean I have no idea what you just said. Mind trying it again and maybe include some punctuation?” He gave him a half smile.

“O-oh. Sorry.” Arthur rubbed the back of his neck. “So, um, after your death, Vivi and I… s-sort of made out.”

Lewis quirked an eyebrow. “You made out.” A statement, not a question. He crossed his arms.

Arthur seemed to become more flustered. “I mean, yeah. She kissed me, and I kissed back. It was nice sure, but I stopped it. I mean, she was your girlfriend, and I had no right to fall in love. It… I-”

Lewis cut him off by holding his hand up.

“Arthur, stop a sec, OK?” Arthur didn’t meet his eyes. It was obvious that he thought this was a horrible offense. Lewis wasn’t going to tolerate Arthur hating himself over something like this. “OK, first of all, Vivi already told me about that kiss not too long after she got her memory back. She had no idea why you rejected her at the time but realized it later. In her eyes it was just a kiss, but to you it seems a bit more. I mean I was GONE. But let me tell you this.” His voice slowly elevating, “ Its not up to you to decide if I’m angry about you falling in love with Vivi. Its MY decision how I feel about you kissing Vivi, it’s MY decision whether to forgive you over killing me and its MY decision about whether I love you or not.”

Both boys stood there in silence over what just came out of Lewis’s mouth. The room slightly became warmer due to heat radiating off of a Lewis. In a much softer voice, “Did I say that last one out loud?”

It was all Arthur could do but nod. “You, uh, l-love m-me?” Arthur could not believe it.

Lewis cleared his throat. “Um. Yeah. Its one of the reasons I was so upset about you killing me.”

Blushing Arthur rubbed the back of his neck. “Since when?”

Lewis shrugged. “Probably since that time we kissed.”

Arthur’s eyes widened. “We were both drunk that night tho. I thought I was the only one…”

Lewis gave a lopsided smile. “Don’t tell Vivi but I wasn’t actually drunk. I had a shift at 10am at the restaurant. I didn’t have a death wish so I wasn’t going to show up to work drunk.” Lewis blanched at what he said, but Arthur seemed to not realize.

Sitting down as he lost control of his legs, Arthur ran his hand thru his hair. “I don’t know what to say to that. I thought I was the only one. I never said anything to either of you cuz you 2 were so into each other. But it hurt you know? I was scared…”

Lewis floated closer to the blond. “Why were you scared then but not now tho?”

Arthur scrubbed his right hand over his face. “I don’t know. The pain of it all I guess. It started hurting more than the guilt about killing you.” A single tear escaped his eye.

Lewis shook his head, laying a hand on his shoulder. But before he could think of a way to comfort the mechanic, the door burst inward.

“Oh Arthur, now I understand what happened that night!” Vivi rushed over wrapping her arms around him. “I understand why you had to keep it a secret then, but its been two months!”

Arthur looked up at the blue girl in stunned silence before finding his voice. “Vivi, I… How much did you hear?”

Tears were in her eyes. “Enough.” She pulled them both into a hug. “Arthur its OK to be in love with both of us. I think its obvious that the feeling is mutual between the 3 of us.”

Arthur was still unsure. “But how will that work with… I don’t know everything?”

Knowing what he meant, Lewis wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “We’ll work thru it one day at a time, and only what your comfortable with.”

Arthur seemed to accept that, and returned the hug he was getting from Vivi and Lewis.

Raindrops [3/8]

(( Superhero AU for owynsama! ))

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What’s the difference between a civilian, a hero, and a villain?

There isn’t one.

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For the first time in several weeks, Alfred was present at the headquarters, staring down at the photographs spread out over the sheen of a metal table as though the future of the known world relied on their significance. He swallowed, brushed a few old print outs aside, and traced his finger over the grey scale image of a young boy’s face.

“He was such a cute kid.” Elizaveta commented, leaning over to stare at the picture. “He looks so innocent.”

“Yeah…” Alfred admitted, thumbing the page for a moment before retracting his hand. A much younger Arthur’s face frowned out from the paper, looking slightly annoyed. It fit him so much.

“He could have actually loved you, you know.” She pointed out gently. “It might not have all been a lie.”

Alfred shook his head. “That’s not why I’m doing this.”

“Oh, I know. You’re just doing this from the goodness of your heart, right? A sense of justice? Saving those in danger? Absolutely no conflict of interest there…” Elizaveta lilted.

He glowered at her.

She patted him on the shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re human.”

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October 7th, 2014

AUTHOR: doitsu-the-shining-doitsu

7th of October, 2014

Arthur was staying with Alfred for the time being, his flight was in a week to London, England. His heart said he didn’t want to go, but he had to. Sighing, Arthur started to clean up the apartment. Throwing out some trash and putting away dishes. After finishing, Arthur went into Alfred’s room and picked around at his desk to see if he could find anything interesting. He always did this when he was bored and Alfred knew it. A pink envelope stuck out like a sore thumb under some papers.

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It all started when Alfred had hit puberty. And everyone went after him like a child would to a brand new toy. All throughout junior high, freshmen year, and over that summer Arthur had his best friend all to himself. Alfred was a kind loving person and his best friend. And it hurt to suddenly just break off like their friendship meant nothing.

And was then, Arthur realized he was in love. It was the middle of sophomore year and Alfred was off playing football with his new crew of people and it looked as if Alfred had tossed Arthur out like a old toy. It was until he had no Alfred, Arthur knew he was in love. And he hated it. Whenever he thought he had moved on, or decided he was better off without that good looking jerk, Alfred would send Arthur a text asking how was his day or smile at him in the halls making Arthur fall back in love. Or more like, realize he never stopped loving the big dork. It was too much for Arthur, and with that, he decided to discover himself. That’s what high school was all about.

It wasn’t until very early junior year, it hit Alfred hard that he hadn’t spent his summer with Arthur. Studied at all last year with Arthur. Watched the new Doctor Who with Arthur. Hell even spend almost any time with Arthur. Slowly something inside Alfred got him thinking and feeling. He really missed Arthur, and he really didn’t care about anyone paying attention to him anymore. That’s how it started, suddenly the kid who was invisible mattered, and Alfred got caught up in attention and pushed away what really mattered. Arthur.

He didn’t even know if he should call Arthur his best friend anymore. The only time he sees him is in the hall, or in a few classes. Hell, Alfred took classes he didn’t even give a shit about this year. He should be filling his schedule up with things that would benefit him. Not dumb stuff like History of Films or three P.E. classes. That’s what everyone else wanted to take because they didn’t want to do work, well it was about time Alfred did some work.

Starting which was to find Arthur and apologize.

It was a surprise, but Arthur cried when Alfred apologized. And Alfred would admit, he teared up too. The two quickly made up, gave many hugs and Alfred complimented on the way Arthur dyed his hair tips red and how Arthur looked awesome with his new look.

Arthur just replied with a ‘git’ and hid his face in a hug.

Arthur went to Alfred to the counselors, and they tried to get as many classes together as they could. Most of Arthur’s were AP in literature and Histories following regular classes containing maybe a math class with a science. Alfred decided to take the other way and go with the S.T.E.M. and take mostly math and sciences in AP and the same histories as Arthur, but stayed with the regular English high school level class.

Everyone was confused on why Alfred didn’t try out for football or showed up to any of his original classes. Or how he never showed at their parties.

He was spending his time studying, and hanging out with Arthur and his friends at their garage bands or watching Doctor Who. They did everything together, it seemed like they were inseparable.

Arthur even convinced Alfred to come with him whenever he got a new piercing, and hell even one time Al did as well. But nothing extreme, just his ears.

And all throughout this, Arthur realized more and more that Alfred and him would only be friends. And it hurt.

A lot.

Too much to stay close, because once they graduated and after their party with all their friends, Arthur finally decided and immediately told Alfred, “I’m moving to the UK, Alfred. For college. I want you to know that.”

It was bullshit, Arthur knew his GPA and STAT scores were amazing enough to get him into Harvard or Yale or anywhere, but so were Alfred’s. He knew Alfred would follow him. He just wanted away, far away. To move on.

Alfred would never love him to way Arthur wanted him too. And it hurt. He had to move on.

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Curious, Arthur grabbed the pink paper and flipped it to the front where 'Arthur Kirkland’ was written on the front of it. Raising an eyebrow Arthur walked over and sat on Alfred’s bed. He knew Alfred was going to give it to him soon, since he was leaving, but why not sooner than later? His gut was screaming at him to open it.

Taking his painted nail, he ripped open the envelope. It was a homemade card, the front was a total cartoon drawing of him. Smiling Arthur flipped it open, and a 100 bill fell out. Rolling his eyes, Arthur smiled. Even though in the UK 100 USD was less than 100$, but it was nice to have a few extra bucks, or quid in his case.

Arthur started to read the letter, and it wasn’t very long before Arthur dropped the letter wide eyed and blushing. Alfred can’t do this, not now. It doesn’t seem real, no way in the world..

Arthur heard the front door open. Getting up, he left the letter where it was to go face Alfred, and do what he should’ve a long time ago.

“Hey Arthur, how was your-” Alfred was stopped in mid-sentence by a kiss on his cheek. When Arthur pulled away all Alfred could do was hold his mouth open. Closing it, Alfred felt his cheeks flush.

“Do I return the greeting?” He was trying make humor out of the situation. And Arthur laughed.

“I found your letter.”

Alfred went red and immediately his hands covered his face. “Oh no. You weren’t suppose to get that until you boarded the flight.”

Arthur took Alfred’s hands and held them tight. “And I think you owe me 500$.”

“What! Why?” Alfred felt Arthur’s hands in his and squeezed them. His hands were sweaty and shaking. His face was really red as well.

“I’m not flying out to the UK, I’m not showing for my plane.” Arthur continued. “I think I’m going to stay.”

“You’re not kidding right.” Alfred felt his already racing heart beat faster and his smile grew. Intense happiness was washed over Alfred and his chest was constricting tightly. He started to realize, Arthur was staying. His eyes started to water. He could see Arthur’s were too.

“No.” Arthur shook his head. Alfred smiled.

“Can I kiss you, or is that also a no?” Alfred bit his lip after he asked, voice filled with hope.

Arthur never replied, just leaned forward capturing Alfred’s lips. The kiss was sweet and innocent. And they would both agree, it was also a kiss long over due.

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Arthur,

I don’t know if you are reading this on the plane, or in the UK but I couldn’t tell you what I have to in person, how stupid huh?

Arthur. It’s horribly stupid for me just to realize this, but as soon as you told me you were leaving out of the country, that night my mind wouldn’t rest. I didn’t want you to leave and I still don’t, but I’m your best friend. I will support you no matter what.

But what I’m trying to say is, that night. I realized, I’m in love with you Arthur Kirkland.

You make my heart race.

Chest tight, hands sweat.

And whenever I think about you, I can’t help but be ridiculously happy.

I want to scream it to the world that I love you, Arthur. But I’m too afraid that’d scare you away for good. I don’t know why you’re leaving, but I hope this doesn’t ruin what we got from these years spent together. I just needed you to know that I love you.

Well, as soon as I can afford it, I’ll come visit! (if you’ll let me that is)

Use the 100$ to take yourself out to the biggest, fanciest restaurant.

I love you, Arthur. It’s impossible to explain how much.

Stay in touch,

Alfred F. Jones

February 1st, 2014

AUTHOR: empressvegah

February 1st, 2014 - Saved the Best for Last

“Man, Artie, I really think she’s the one,” Alfred sighed one day while invading Arthur’s living room, specifically his couch. His head was on Arthur’s lap while his best friend of eleven years was reading a book, probably one of those classics he was never interested in. He glanced up at his mobile phone, the picture of a platinum blonde girl with a white bow on her head, lovely deep blue eyes, and a somber yet beautiful expression on her face was staring back at him. He sighed again and thrust the device to his best friend’s face. “Just look at her! Ain’t she pretty, Artie?”

Arthur moved his face away from the phone, narrowing his eyes at the image reflected on the screen. “Isn’t she… Natalya? Ivan’s sister?”

Alfred glanced up only to see Arthur visibly shudder. “Step-sister. You don’t think she’s pretty?” He asked, sounding hurt, and he suddenly got up from his comfortable place on Arthur’s lap and moved even closer to Arthur’s face to mock-glare at him. He saw the shorter blond turn red and stuttered, “N-no! It’s not like that, I, uh, just don’t like Ivan that much.”

Alfred visibly relaxed nodded in understanding, still not moving away from his invasion of Arthur’s personal space. “Neither do I, but I can’t just pass up this chance, because she might be the one,” he exclaimed, then flopped back down on Arthur’s lap. “Artie, you gotta meet her sometime. She’s really great! She moves so fluidly, and her eyes just pull me to her.”

“That’s what you said the last time too, and the one before that,” Arthur answered stiffly, turning a page of his book. He had this conversation with Alfred for the last year, and the git was so hopeful each time, he almost didn’t have the heart to put him down. But he had to. This was going on for far too long, and the man had never found that one person whom he would spend his life with. The idiot on his lap just wanted someone he could share everything with, from his joy, to his sadness, to his achievements, and failures. Just someone he could share his life with, and who would want him regardless of the ups and downs of their lives. This insufferable, hopeless romantic fool.

Alfred abruptly got up from his favorite perch on Arthur’s lap and exclaimed, “Artie! I just can’t wait anymore, I gotta see her! And see you later!” And just like that, he went off. Arthur looked at the retreating back with longing, and once the door was slammed close, he closed his eyes and sighed. “You dense idiot,” he muttered dejectedly, “Why can’t you see what’s right in front of you?”

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It was already late and the rain was pouring heavily outside. Arthur just had dinner and was about to put the plates away when someone knocked. He wondered who was knocking persistently against his door. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see a drenched Alfred, and concern immediately blossomed in his chest. “Alfred, what – why are you so wet!” He pulled him in and guided him to the bathroom where the towels were kept. Taking one, he tossed it over Alfred’s head and started drying his hair off. “Why in the blazes are you walking late at night in this heavy rain? It won’t be good for you if you get sick. No one’s in your home to take care of you,” he scolded, but when he slid off the towel from Alfred’s head, he saw a look on his face that spoke volumes of heartbreak.

It was the look Arthur was far too acquainted with.

“Oh, Alfred,” he pulled the man into his arms, uncaring of the wet clothes that soaked his dry ones. They stood there for a moment, Arthur holding Alfred’s head against his shoulder – even if Arthur had to tiptoe a bit to pull Alfred against him – while the taller man clung to his shirt.

“Artie, I… I’m so stupid. I honestly believed she’s the one, but she’s… she’s… she’s just using me to make Ivan jealous,” Alfred finally admitted what happened for the past week, and Arthur felt another pang in his chest upon hearing how Alfred really believed in his happy ending. It hadn’t been over two weeks since Alfred told him about Natalya, but the pain his best friend was feeling was real. But sometimes, Arthur couldn’t help but wonder if Alfred would stop hurting if he was the one the insufferable git would love.

Arthur invited Alfred to spend the night in his home, and he did his best to distract him from the pain he was feeling by entertaining him with movies and junk food and anything he knew Alfred liked. He even allowed Alfred to sleep on his bed beside him, knowing just how clingy his best friend was whenever he was hurting. When morning came, the American squeezed Arthur, which made the shorter man blush red – he didn’t want to imagine how his mornings would be if Alfred was with him like this.

His best friend left looking better than he was before, and a bittersweet smile graced Arthur’s lips. As long as Alfred was happy, then he would be, too.

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Three months passed before Alfred invaded Arthur’s living room again, specifically his couch. His head was still on Arthur’s lap, and this time, the shorter man was embroidering. “Arthur,” he began, his tone a bit on the serious end, and Arthur stopped what he was doing to look down at Alfred. “What is it, Alfred?” He never called him Arthur unless it was something grave. His heart sped up.

“I found the one I would spend my life with,” Alfred began, his eyes never leaving Arthur’s green ones. The Englishman’s throat went dry. No, not again. Alfred reached for his mobile and tapped the screen to life. He showed it to Arthur, his eyes betraying his anxiety. Arthur looked down at the phone and gasped.

His picture was smiling back at him.

nervousandarmed-deactivated2015  asked:

//Arthur's face is covered by his hands, and a soft warmth is irradiating off of his body. Yet, muffled, a whiny voice slips through his fingers.// W... (Shit, man, I can't believe I'm doing this...) ... w-wanna make out??

Lewis looked down to him. Oh, god. Just look at that face. It made him feel almost guilty.
“Oh…Arthur…wow, I’m sorry..but..”