Hello again! This is Arthur's take on the events, I hope you guys will like it.

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Arthur was waiting for the skytrain when he noticed a mother and her two children. Mothers were never hard to notice, because for one, they had baby carriages that unwittingly took up all the space in the skytrain, and two, their children were wriggly at best and screaming terrors at worst. Focusing his eyes on the baby, Arthur fancied the idea that the baby seemed angry about being strapped to the carriage, yet it—he?— didn't wail in protest. The older boy seemed about five or six, and he too was looking at the baby. Being a freshman in university, Arthur wondered what it was like to reverse back to the period when he was a child. He thought of his brothers and shook his head slightly. Being a kid was never fun for him.

Arthur watched as the boy looked around before walking to the solid yellow line and looking down at the train tracks. He wanted to call the boy back because the train was coming, but his mother noticed and called him back with a sharp "Alfie, come back here!" The boy quickly shuffled back to his mother.

The train came and Arthur took a window seat, looking out the window while other passengers filed in. It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining brightly, but Arthur wanted nothing more to go back to his flat and hole himself in for the rest of the day. He had never been the most sociable of people, and just one lecture at the university drained him out.

When the train started moving Arthur observed the mother had taken a seat in the row in front of him, one hand holding her son while using the other steadying the baby carriage. All was well for the first couple of minutes until the baby began crying. Arthur had seen his fair share of babies because his mother ran a nursery, so he didn't really mind, but other people were just muttering under their breaths about how annoying babies were.

After a few stops the person sitting next to the mother had left, and Arthur watched with interest as the boy took the seat with as much determination a little boy could have. He listened to the mother reason with the boy, and a few minutes later the boy was scooped up and put in the window seat in front of Arthur.

Of course the little boy began wailing for being put on the window seat, much to the mother's annoyance and the other passenger's dismay. Arthur failed to see what was wrong with the window seat, but the boy was obviously dissatisfied and demanded his seat back. When his mother didn't yield, the boy began hysterically blubbering and kicking the board in front of him.

Arthur frowned and looked at the plastic divider. The surface was quivering from the impact and the light reflected on it wobbled back and forth. Arthur looked at the boy's reflection and wondered when the boy was going to stop his useless tantrum. The boy looked out the window and Arthur followed his momentary gaze.

When the boy turned to stare at the divider Arthur decided to look at the boy a little bit longer. As a child Arthur was silent and preferred observing other people, a streak that never left him. The boy stared almost grudgingly at the plastic surface, his blue eyes dark with irritation and gloom. Then—all of the sudden—the boy blinked rubbed his eyes. Arthur held back a smile as the boy made mini binoculars out of his hands and was looking straight back at Arthur's reflection. The boy was squinting really hard and observing Arthur.

Arthur kept his expression bored and blank, but he couldn't help but smile a bit. The boy shifted in his seat and turned around, and when he did, Arthur turned his gaze to the window. He waited until the boy turned back to the study the divider before looking at the boy again. The boy looked straight back at him with his clear blue eyes sparkling with childish innocence, and Arthur did his best to keep a neutral expression.

The boy turned back again and Arthur looked away. The mother turned her head slightly and glanced at Arthur before looking at her son. She held out a hand and gently turned her son's head back to the front.

The train came to a halting stop and Arthur recognized his stop. He got off the train, resisting the urge to look back, and headed to the platform across. The little boy was weird but cute, and Arthur wondered if he would ever see the boy with bright blue eyes again.

Thank you for reading up to this point!

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