"I want-" he pauses, blinking suddenly because what does he want? He's too drunk, too tired for this to make any sense so he does what he does best, breaking it down to the very core, the very centre of his feeling, "I want us to stick together, the three of us. I don't care what happens anymore, I don't give a shit about how weird this fucking is and what's going to happen down the line, or anything like that."

He takes another breath, trying to focus, trying to remember what it felt like before, without either of them and it was simple, yes but lonely in a way he doesn't really like, harsher. "I'm stupidly used to her asking too many questions, I'm stuck on you being there, I don't know if I could deal with that not being like it is anymore. Whatever happens, Arthur. I just want to make sure that we're all okay. I don't care about the other stuff."