God, finally, finally. Arthur let himself be pulled into Malachi’s space, his hands landing on the others hips to slow him down before they crashed.

And what a silly question, meanwhile. Was this not something they’d already decided? Already decided before even coming to London?

“Malachi, I’m going to kill her, what else would I do?”

Fuck her? Like she thought he was going to do? Arthur wanted to gag.

Soft and slow only to not hit his head, Arthur pressed his forehead into Malachi’s shoulder. Doing so seemed to have a few calming affect on the doctor.

“That’s still what you want to do, isn’t it?”