Arthur and Mikhail

Mikhail gently shook Arthur, trying to get him to wake up.

Arthur bolted upright, gasping in fear. Shaking a little, as he quickly curled into himself.

"A-Are you okay?" Mikhail asked gently, looking worried.

Arthur curled into himself, half panicked, shaking, and very pale. "N-Nightmares…." he whispered… "Old… old memories…"

"I understand, it's okay." Mikhail muttered,.

Arthur felt tears coming, pulling his knees up to his chest he tried to shove away the quiet screams in his ears, memories.

Mikhail carefully sat down on the couch next to him. "You can cry if you want to, I won't judge or anything."

Arthur kinda collapsed onto Mikhail's side, silently crying.

Mikhail gently hugged him. "It's okay…" He murmured.

Arthur melted in shaky tears, whimpering quietly.

Mikhail kept hugging him, gently rubbing his back.

Arthur melted under his grip, staying like that for what seemed an eternity.

Mikhail kept quiet, still rubbing his back.

Finally he stopped sobbing, and shaking, but he was still tense, his face buried in Mikhail's side.

(Pokey)

Mikhail stayed like that, not doing anything and staring blankly at the wall.

Arthur finally moved to sit up… feeling more awkward than anything now.

Mikhail glanced at Arthur when he moved and he quickly removed his arms, his face turning a light pink now.

Arthur pulled his arm back, not quite ready for Mikhail to let go.

Mikhail's face became redder as he let Arthur do whatever he wanted to do.

Arthur twisted to look up curiously at the other, never saying a word.

Mikhail quickly looked away, glancing at the clock. Shit.I have to go soon.

Arthur noticed Mikhail's nervousness. "You have to go somewhere again right?" He asked softly.

"Hm? Oh-um-yea, but I can stay here for a bit if you want me to, before I have to go." Mikhail answered.

Arthur pulled away, "If you need to go then you should…." he said softer then before.

"Are you sure? I can at least make breakfast for you before I go." Mikhail offered.

"I don't think I'm up to eating right now" said Arthur quietly, flopping back on Mikhail's shoulder.

Mikhail's face turned redder. "Oh, okay then."

Arthur watched him, realizing he was making things awkward he mkved back to his corner of the couch, wrapping his arms around himself as his face turned red.

"So, remember when you said you liked me?" Mikhail said rather quickly, almost instantly regretting it. Kill me.