The way Malachi spoke about Miriam was so certain in its disgust.  Arthur could not help but smile in amusement hearing it, the subtle dip when the conversation briefly turned to him and then back to the woman and dripping with repulsion again.  Not to say it was completely absent when Malachi referred to him, but it was less, and Arthur appreciated that.

"You would really cook for me?"  How... unexpectedly charming.  To eat food, specially prepared for him by Malachi of all people.

The feeling of London weighed heavy on the doctor as well, but he did not know to dread it yet like his companion did.  Instead, he was filled with the anticipation of a new experience, new people, new memories to make in a new town.  There was no where he'd rather be.

Or maybe, no one else he'd rather be with.

"I'll stay with you, unless you want space to yourself," Arthur said evenly, hoping not to give away how much he yearned to stay by Malachi's side, through the night and well into the day.

If they could not share a bed, at least he could be comforted by the thought that they were still under the same roof.

"Though I can't promise I won't get lost without you to guide me.  And I might just starve if you do not remind me to eat."