#armes

arthureames are so You Taught Me A Secret Language I Can't Speak With Anyone Else with their silences, and glances, and knowing when to leave or watch his six, and worrying about him behind his back, and tracking him across countries as he leaves you hidden messages or inside jokes in the airlines he chooses, and the pasts you don't share but leave face-up on tables knowing he'll nose into it while you sleep, and hotel rooms that become singular while the two of you pretend to not notice, and what it means when he drops the endearments and deigns to call you by your name