They were finally home.
And somewhere in all his excitement about having Natalia here, Arthur realized something unexpected.
He didn't miss his aunt and uncle as much as he thought he would. The thought left a faint trace of guilt in his chest…
Natalia had a way of making him forget everything else.
Arthur stood under the shower, scrubbing his skin more carefully than usual.
Not for any reason. Of course not.
He had been in there for nearly half an hour, completely unaware of the time passing, until a knock on the bathroom door, by Natalia who came check on him and then left, broke through the sound of water. By then, he was already on his second round of soap, something he never did. He was far too lazy for that.
But today… he could even go for a third.
Why?
No reason.
