The Little Things

⭐️Seven⭐️

     Arthur had Francis resting against his chest as he tried to get him to eat the sandwich. "Come on, Francis.... Just eat it...."

     "No."

     "Please...?"

     "... no."

     Arthur sighed and gently ruffled Francis' hair. "Alright... that's okay... we'll get there eventually... I hope...." He started eating the sandwich himself, not wanting it to go to waste.

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     Francis stared wide-eyed at the television. He had been extremely interested in it the second Arthur had turned it on.

     Arthur opened the front door and glanced back at Francis. "Be good okay? I'll be back in a little bit... I just need to go buy a few things...."

     If the Frenchman had heard Arthur speak, he didn't show it.

     Arthur sighed and quietly left.

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     The bushy-browed man opened the front door and stepped in. "I'm back!" He looked around, Francis was no where to be seen. "Frenchie?" Arthur set down the bags he was carrying and closed the door. The television was still on and he quickly turned it off.

     Arthur went upstairs and peeked into his room. He saw Francis curled into a ball on his bed.

     "Francis...?"

     The Frenchman lifted his head and smiled. "Art!"

     Arthur smiled and walked over to his bed. He laid down next to Francis. "Why are you in here...?"

     Francis answered by moving towards Arthur and cuddling into him. He wrapped his arms around the green-eyed man.

     Arthur held his breath and looked at Francis wide-eyed. He cleared his throat awkwardly before speaking. "Em... I have some... er... stuff... for- for you... downstairs...."

     "Mmph."