Arthur and Mikhail

Arthur yawned sleepily, stirring slightly.

"Arthur…?" Mikhail called out softly, wondering if he was properly awake or not.

Arthur stirred again, curling into the blankets with a slight moan.

Mikhail quickly shut up again, quietly watching him. Should I wake him up or not?

Arthur lay still, slipping into asemblance of semi consciousness.

"Arthur?" Mikhail called out a bit louder this time, not sure what he should do.

(Stalk?)

(?)

(I was asking to stalk.)

(Crap sorry, my brain hates me and I thought you were Starry)

(Oh hey Shuri! Of course you can stalk!)

(Similar names ig)

"Arthur?" Mikhail called out a bit louder this time, not sure what he should do.

Arthur stirred again, this time rolling over and opening his eyes to see Mikahil. It took him a moment to register, before he paled and scooted away from the other, his eyes showing fear.

(FYI For you Shuri, this is Arthur from a different point in his story, a little less recovered from being possessed by a maniac.)

Mikhail held up his hands, showing he wasn't going to do anything. "Good morning, by the way, where were you last night? I searched the building at least a million times for you."

Arthur was still tense, and he didn't answer. He was still hungover from last night.

"Is something wrong?" Mikhail asked gently, not moving at all.

Arthur didn't know how to answer that, his eyes locked on the other. Mikhail's scent in the room was still calming, but all the feelings of betrayal came back like a poisonous wave as he stared at the other.

Mikhail sighed. "I-I'm sorry if I did anything that made you feel uncomfortable, mad, sad, or anything else. If you're still mad at me, I will do anything you want me to do for a week–hell even a month."

"I don't know what to think…" said Arthur, "I can understand being an assassin… but.." hurt and betrayal showed clearly in his eyes, his voice quivering.

Mikhail looked up at him, slowly putting his hands down. "Did you hear about the latest mission I was assigned?" The one that is probably going to get me into a lot of trouble because I didn't want to kill Arthur?

Arthur nodded slowly, "I don't know what to believe…"

"Why in the world would I kill you? Even if I was paid a million dollars I wouldn't do it. Yes, I know you have killed a lot of people, but so have I, yet you still like me and care about me. Also, I don't care if the people at the headquarters have took care of me almost my whole life, you're more important."

Arthur's eyes widened, and suddenly he was hugging the other tightly, crying tears of joy.

(Shipshipship)

Mikhail let out a sound of surprise but quickly hugged back just as tightly, hiding his face in Arthur's neck. "I love you."

Arthur clung to him, not planning on letting go any time soon, "Love you.." he whispered.

Mikhail didn't plan on letting go any time soon either. "I'm never letting you out of my sight again…" He mumbled.

Arthur tightened his grip. "But…… what if they…" he whispered, fear clear.

"But what?" Mikhail asked gently, letting Arthur do whatever he wanted.