Arthur brushes her hair out of her face. "I'm in love with you, beautiful," he whispers.
Jonathan smiles. "I practically grew up here, in this clearing. My brother would stand on that bench and pretend he was king of the world, taller than even our father, and I would push Cesidia on this swing. I'll never forget the day she insisted on pushing me instead." He chuckles to himself. "Sorry if I'm boring you, I just... I wanted to show you something important to me."