Arthur only had time to hum in thought before distantly, he heard a knock. Not at their door, so he figured it safe to ignore for another moment or two.

“Well, of course.” Never mind that he didn’t know how he would, but. Perhaps he’d have a better idea once he was actually in the room?

Belatedly, Arthur’s arms wrapped around Malachi’s hips to return his hug.

“I want you to see it too. I don’t even want to leave your side.”

Another knock. Arthur felt like he was going to be sick. He said so.

“But,” he continued, “what is it that they say? The show must go on.”

Still, Arthur lingered for another few seconds before pulling away from Malachi. He reached out and straightened his lovers collar, as if he was about to go see Miriam rather than himself.

Once that was complete, and to the time of yet another knock at the adjacent door, Arthur made his way out into the hallway. With a sheepish look, he waved to the servant.

“Sorry, are you looking for me?”