Arthur was depressed.

Sitting on the floor of the ship, Arthur looked down at the ground with his towel in his lap. He played with an end idly, making the color start to wear off from his fingers constantly plucking and rubbing it.

Ford stood just a few feet behind him, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at his friend.

There was no real reason for him to be so depressed; he had been fine just yesterday in fact. Then today, he withdrew from everyone and just sat by himself.

Ford was worried about his friend and so he quietly walked up and sat down beside him.

"Hey, Arthur."


"What's the matter, mate?"


"Bloody liar!" Ford laughed, leaning back to rest on the palms of his hands. "Tell me what's wrong, mate."



"You'll think it's stupid."

"No, I won't." Ford promised. "Trust me."


"Of course I promise."

"I…I miss home, Ford." Arthur admitted finally, looking back down at the ground. "Despite all of its flaws and all of the stupid people living there…I miss it and…"

Ford kissed him on the cheek.

Blushing deeply, Arthur blinked and looked at him in surprise.

"What was..?"

"I'm here for you, Arthur." Ford assured him. "Don't ever forget that all right?"

"I…I won't." Arthur stammered, still unsure if Ford had actually kissed him or not.

Smiling, Ford kissed him on the lips lightly before suddenly getting up and leaving a stunned Arthur behind.