Kind of caught up in his own thoughts, and definitely more than a bit lost in misery, he hadn’t expected the joke. Pausing, he stared at Arthur for a moment before shaking his head with a laugh. “I can live with being better than a screaming child,” he said, giving Arthur a nod. “And thanks, mate. For listening and all. Not what I expected to do either when I took this seat.” Flirt a bit, surely, but not complain.

“Kind of makes it easier, doesn’t it?” He thought of the things his partner did, the way he went through women. It wasn’t for Tuck but he could understand why FDR did it. “Always seems a shame to have to choose between two things you love.”