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[ Arthur snorts at that and then winces from it, ]

Please. I knew you weren't. Just like I knew you were going to try to find whatever excuse you could to stay.

[ A beat, ]

But now you don't have to.

[congenitally]

Good. [ Said matter-of-factly, as if this were already an obvious conclusion. The smile is small but no less present, as he leans in to kiss him again. It's softer this time, shorter. Sweet. ] Because I was going to run out of excuses eventually.