The fact that the other boy was always wearing that bloody bomber didn't need saying. Arthur just rolled his eyes and jogged forwards a little to catch up to him, a moment later pushing his hand into Alfred's and gripping onto his fingers, the only indication that he was uncomfortable with the bustling crowds.

"What the bloody hell is a Netflix?" he asked, and that thought was right - very little of that made sense to Arthur. He knew what a computer was, but he'd never really used one, and watching him type would no doubt be a painful affair.

"If it's all the same I'd rather keep as far away from the buses as possible."