second point still stands though, and he stares at him incredulously at the response. "You can't just guarantee me you'll never get hurt, that's not how accidents work...!" He hesitates at the last comment,

looking down to their hands. "I know.. I know you can't. But I worry about you when you run off like that..." he admits softly. [con't from [Scotland] |Arthur leaves Francis t... ]

|Arthur nods, the guilt still eating away at him. He still felt as though Francis was being unfair, though. 'Then you would have to let me come to your work... what if someone threatens you with a knife?'

flops back down onto the bed, rubbing his face tiredly. "That's different..." he groans.

|| 'Pray explain, why?' He himself was tired, having not slept at all yet... He wasn't all that sure he was allowed to join Francis in the bed anymore.

sighs. "It just is..." he starts, though realizing Arthur wouldn't let him away with thta. He simply switches tactics instead. "You must be tired, can we rest and talk about it later?"

|Arthur opens his mouth, about to protest, but then the idea of joining Francis seems much more appealing. He gets under the covers, curling up against Francis. '...I'm sorry, nonetheless.'

||Arthur had gone, knowing if Francis had found out, he would worry.

lets Arthur curl in against him, though he doesn't return to motion and instead contents himself with simply being close to Arthur for the moment, still a bit upset. "Get some rest, you must be tired.." he

mumbles softly.

Loosens his hold on Francis when the man doesn't return the favour, nodding softly. It takes him a while to nod off, almost too tired to get there. When he does finally succumb to sleep though, he looks_

Peaceful... A change from his usually dour expression.

doesn't actually feel that tired, so he's up for longer even than Arthur still. He shifts a little so he can see the dragon's face once the other is asleep.He sighs softly, admiring him and gently brushing back

a strand of hair. He knew Arthur had a point about going off on his own, but Francis was still upset that he'd gone out like that.. especially since it begged the question of how many times he'd disappeared

off to fly without getting caught. Perhaps he felt more protective over Arthur than he had really needed to be, but he knew that the dragon was a creature lost in time, and that modern life didn't really have a

place for creatures like him. Francis makes a soft sound of frustration with his thoughts, deciding just to relax again and sleep some more, laying back against the pillows and carefully

tucking his arm around Arthur's shoulders this time.

|Arthur shifts in his sleep go accommodate Francis, making a soft sound in his sleep before settling in again against the other.

After the night of flying he is out for the count, and could probably have slept the day away if the other allowed it.