Dumbfound, Alfred stared at Arthur. Surely he wasn't joking. The Brit was not that much of a joker.

'I-Iggy... Very funny. But, how did you get here?'

His mind was flooded with questions. How was he still alive? How did he get here? Why was he here?

'I-I don't know lad. I woke up here and found this cat. Ace was his name?'

'Yeah...'

'He's nice.'

'…Thanks Arthur.'

He stared up again. 'How do you know my name?'

'What are you talking about? I've known you for years. How come you don't remember me?'

Arthur just stared blankly at the American. He couldn't be right. He never even saw this man before.

'...I don't know. I don't know you. Who are you then?'

'I...'

He hesitated in answering since this could be his chance. He could tell Arthur they were lovers. He could.

'I'm Alfred, you're colleague at work.'

He wouldn't. If he had to gain Arthur, then his inner hero wouldn't cheat. When he was a child, he used to play as a hero and cry various things as he jumped off the stairs. But Alfred wouldn't lie to Arthur. If he had to bring back his memories, then he would.

'I see...' Arthur looked through the room and saw some pictures of Alfred and him among others which were most likely his parents and his own friends. He stood up and walked over to the pictures and gently touched the frame of one that had both of them pictured.

'It's us...'

'Yeah, it's when we graduated.'

He was right. They both looked younger and Arthur knew it was definitely himself in the picture. He felt so blank on the inside for not knowing anything about Alfred. Whenever he tries to remember he just sees a big black blur in his memory. He remembers everything, everyone, except Alfred. Why would he do that?

Arthur sank to the ground and sobbed. 'Fuck, why can't I remember you?'

'I don't know... But would you like to stay the night? I could sleep on the couch if ya want?'

'No, that's okay. I'll sleep with you in your bed.'

And as soon that decision was made, they both headed off to bed, both of them still puzzled about what has happened that day.

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Arthur woke up in an empty bed. Alfred's side was still warm he felt and he gently closed his eyes again. His progress was unfortunately interrupted by an American that came into the bedroom with his breakfast for both of them.

'Mornin'!'

'Good morning…' Arthur said half asleep. Wasn't this just all a dream, he thought while he sat up, but he looked at Alfred and felt his heart sank. Alfred placed their breakfast on the bed. And saw the disappointed look on Arthur's face. Though, Arthur was curious.

'Shouldn't we go to wo—'

'We can't.' Alfred interrupted. Alfred was right this time. Arthur was supposed to be dead. No way Arthur just could come and walk in like nothing ever happened to him. Alfred just couldn't leave Arthur on his own as well. There was a big chance Arthur couldn't even go out of his house. Not to the neighbourhood he used to live in. Or the bookshop he used to spend his time reading. Or the library where he looked up things for research.

Arthur could not leave the house.

He took Arthur's hand and squeezed it thightly.

'I'm going to make you remember me. I promise'