been searching the English hills and cities for him. He finally tries his home and knocks on the door.

groans and gets up wrapping the blanket around him, he was freezing cold.. He went to the door and opened it.

'There you are! Have you been avoiding-why are you looking like that?' He eyes him in his blanket.

sniffles a little. "I'm just sick.. I've been in bed.."

's eyes widens in panic. 'You're ill?' He pushes Arthur inside. 'You should be in bed-Crivens! Why didn't you tell me?!'

stumbles back and stares at him pulling the blanket closer. "I don't know.. I've delt with being sick before, I'll survive.."

pushes him down onto the couch. 'And I've been sitting in meetings all week, I'm such a terrible boyfriend...Arthur! Do you forgive me?'

falls back onto the couch and stares up at him, nodding. "I'm not cross with you.. I never was..?" He was sure Declan was over reacting .

knows how bad the UK lot will be on him, Scotland and Wales if he was ill and doesn't want Arthur being mistreated. Sometimes he was_

thankful only half of him was part of the UK. 'You should have phoned me, I'd have come and helped you. But don't worry, I'll get right on_

it now.' He runs around cleaning and cooking.

doesn't think he needed to do all of this. "Declan.. Stop that." Now that Declan was here, he just wanted to cuddle him..

pauses in mid dust. 'But...you'll get better if your surroundings are 'healthy'....Do you want me to leave?' He looks sad.

shakes his head. "I want you to some and sit with me.." He was maybe a bit of a suck when he was sick.

mentally coos at him. He was more baby-ish when he was ill. He settles on the couch with him and wraps his arms around him. 'My baby Art'r_

isn't well...' He says in a sweet voice.

come*

leans into him, resting his head against him. "Thank you.." He also felt bad for having Declan clean.

pets him and his sickly form. 'Is there anything I can do for you to make you feel better? Foot rub? bath?'

shakes his head. "Just stay with me.."

kisses his head. 'You are so easy to please...'

him a slight look. "Would you prefer it if I were difficult?"

back-pedals fast. 'Of course not, I love you exactly the way you are.' He hopes that's the right answer.

smiles a little lazily and sniffles, trying not to cough. "Good boy.."

laughs. 'You say that like I'm a dog. And remember, dogs aren't typically allowed on furniture.' He would have thought seeing someone ill_

and sniffling would be a turn off, but Arthur still managed to look cute so he loved it.

shrugs. "Even dogs are allowed on furniture to snuggle and cuddle with.." He stated, glad the other wasn't repulsed by him being ill.

indeed the exact opposite of repulsed. 'I'm glad there are exceptions then.' He smiles and pulls him onto his lap. He liked feeling needed.

startles at that, but settles in his lap after a few moments, he leaned his head against Declan's shoulder.

quiet for a while, enjoying the peace and comfort, but then starts to giggle.

looks up at him, blinking tiredly, he had almost fallen asleep on the other before he started to giggle.

notices the look. 'I was just thinking...about us being kids...'

raises an eyebrow. "Why were you thinking of that?"

jokes 'Because back then you wouldn't let me anywhere near you.' He lightly strokes Arthur's stomach.

frowns at him. "That's true.. But you always were stronger than me, so my attempts didn't work well." He closed his eyes again.

'Well, it certainly made family dinners hard to do.' He grins and kisses his closed eyes. 'Made me want to touch you even more.'

nods a little making a sound. "Yes, because the curses and thongs didn't..." he mumbled, though staying close to him.

laughs and rearranges his arms around him. 'Everything made me want you, I suppose.'

sighs and leans his head against him. "I guess, thankfully for me."

closes his eyes and murmurs against Arthur's hair. 'You're lucky I'm here to take care of you today. As for other times, I consider myself_

the thankful one.'

closes his eyes and nods. "I guess." He was a suck when he was sick.