"Oh love," Arthur sighed, squeezing her hand. It still hurt him too, to think about their poor boy taken away from them so early. It hadn't been bloody fair.
Arthur's own eyes were moist when Molly wiped her tears away and he brought her hand up and kissed it. "And you're mine, always," he whispered back, giving her a watery smile. He was glad that she wasn't angry with him, for he didn't like to upset her.
He chuckled, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a finger. "Yes, well besides that. I'm glad the marigolds didn't suffer too much. I've put that little invention on the back burner for now," he advised.
Arthur sighed, sitting in silence with his wife and still holding her hand. "We did good by them, love. You know that, right?"