Arthur and Mikhail

Arthur still didn't react, lost in his own pool of thoughts and emotions. Hurt, Betrayal, Loyalty, Confusion, it was all there.

George stayed right where he was, sighing deeply as he looked around. Why are kids so stubborn these days?

Mikhail didn't honestly remember how, but he was making out with Jake in a closet with his arms wrapped around him. Why am I kissing him? Why is he kissing me?

(BETRAYAL!!!)
Arthur eventually moved, going to hug George. he wasn't sure about talking but he needed something to ease the pain in his heart.

(I know, but Mikhail is kind of very drunk and he just needed something to forget about Arthur for now)

George made a small sound of surprise but didn't object, hugging Arthur as he gently rubbed his back to calm down.

Mikhail let out a sound of surprise when he was pushed against the wall, wanting to pull away.

(BETRAYER!!! Plus if they do anything and Arthur runs into him soon enough after, then Arthur will be able to smell it. So….)
Arthur hugged the other tightly, as if clinging to a lifeline. Things were so messed up. HE was so messed up. He needed things to get better. And fast.

(They won't, trust me)

George rested his head on the others shoulder, letting him cry if he wanted to.

Mikhail pushed him away, panting lightly as he looked at the ground. "I-I'm sorry, I can't…" He mumbled, opening the closet and walking into a bathroom so he could make himself look more proper before he went to Alice.

(Good. Now he needs to fix shit with arthur.)
Arthur stayed like that for a long time. Eventually passing out in the other's arms.

(Lol I know)

George was a bit surprised when the other had fell asleep and picked him up, he was pretty strong from having multiple laboring jobs.

Mikhail still hadn't left, leaning against the wall as he stared at the ground. "This is all my fault…"

Arthur slept peacefully, nothing seeming to be wrong with his world at all. Though this was partially due to the fact that he was too tired to even have nightmares.

George set him down in Mikhail's bed and covered him with a blanket before heading to his own room, yawning a bit.

"All my damn fault. Am I going to lose Dad too?" Mikhail quietly mumbled to himself, wanting this to be over already.

Arthur curled up under the blanket, calming at Mikhail's scent in the room.

(aaand time skip or no?)

(Timeskip, you start…)

(Okay then)

Mikhail sighed in relief and almost immediately left the building when they were allowed to leave, wanting to go home and sleep. He had kidnapped a bratty aristocrat, knocked out a good amount of people, threatened the aristocrat for a few minutes before she finally caved in. While being a bit tipsy, what fun.

Arthur was still out like a light in Mikhail's bed, and wouldn't wake up for ages.

(Arthur is Sleeping Beauty 2.0)

Mikhail went over to his house and quietly unlocked the door, sighing in relief when he didn't see his father. He had been planning on going to his bedroom but his legs gave out and he fell asleep on the couch instead.

(Yes. Yes he is.)
Arthur continued to sleep, unconsciously burying himself under the blankets, finding comfort in Mikhail's scent.

(Time skip again because none of them will probably be waking up soon?)

(yeah… have George find him and go from there…)

George woke up and looked around worriedly, had Mikhail been kidnapped again? He better check the house first. He made his way downstairs and saw a body on the couch, making him think of the worst possibilities. He walked over so he could see who was there properly and sighed in relief when he saw Mikhail sleeping peacefully there.

Arthur continued to sleep, more or less burritoed in Mikhail's blankets.

Mikhail almost fell off the couch when he was woken up by George hugging him. "Wha-? What time is it?" He asked, getting into a sitting position as he hugged back.

Arthur slept on, not showing any signs of waking.

"Around 7, why?" George mumbled, pulling away to look at his face. "You aren't hurt anywhere, are you?"

Mikhail shook his head. "No, just tired and hungover." He lied, well, only the first part. He was tired and hungover but he was hurt.

George spluttered. "You, hungover? How much did you drink?" He asked, glaring at him.

"Only a shot or two…"

Arthur rolled over, curling his face into the blankets.

"Whatever, first, answer my question honestly. What the hell happened to Arthur?" George asked quietly, looking at Mikhail.

Mikhail looked confused. "Wait–you saw him? Where is he?" He asked. Did he hear the conversation?

Arthur sighed, burying his face further into the covers.

"In your room," George answered.

And with that, Mikhail took off. He headed upstairs and quietly opened his door, glancing at Arthur.

Arthur was still asleep, and peaceful. For now.

Mikhail quietly shut the door and went over to Arthur, not wanting to scare him or wake him up.