[ Every time Arthur does this, it seems to get a little better, and it's enough to clear at least some lingering melancholy. He takes the question as a warning, and shifts to brace himself against the sides of the tub with a quiet nod in confirmation. (He could have, reluctantly, gotten this far on his own in a good five times the time and aggravation, and it's...nice to not have to answer endless questions about it or have to apologize for the inconvenience--even if the latter urge still exists).
He risks a glance back upward, a ghost of a smirk as he allows Arthur to pull away. ]
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He risks a glance back upward, a ghost of a smirk as he allows Arthur to pull away. ]
You just wanted the show, didn't you?