ON TOP OF THE WORLD.

[Arthur shook his head again, turning back to make his tea in place of searching out a tissue.] No- No it's just a little sniff. It's a small cold if anything, nothing to worry about. [He rubbed at his eye as he waited for the tea to steep, almost suddenly remembering to grab milk from the fridge.] I feel fine.

[Arthur sniffed, giving a small shake of his head as he moved around Alfred towards the kettle.] Just had a long day, I'll probably turn in early. [He switched the kettle on, looking about for a mug as he spoke before looking over to Alfred with another sniff.] Do you have a tissue on you?

[He's come home looking rather dishevelled, more than he'd normally allow, but his eyes are droopy and he sneezes into the scarf he's wrapped tightly around his neck. Normally he'd go and change, but as soon as he's gotten rid of his coat and shoes he just shuffles towards the kitchen, calling out a greeting as he goes.]

It's your Valentine's gift, silly. [Arthur rolled his eyes, nudging Alfred a little, still expectant.] If you look properly maybe you'll understand.

[He'd waited until mid-afternoon, mostly so Alfred wouldn't get the urge to rifle through his gift too soon. But it's soon enough that he puts a rather plain-looking box down in front of his husband, clearly a gift, and simply waits.]

[It's a Sunday morning, which usually means staying in bed and sleeping until late. But Arthur's awake. He had intended to be a good husband and go make Alfred some coffee, but he got a little distracted by just how handsome his husband is.]

[Arthur's eyebrows drew together for a moment, just quietly entertained in confusion.] Well you know, because... Oh, you don't do you. [His expression relaxed again, realisation replacing it. He shrugged, looking back to Alfred.] She does want all of us so it would be odd if I wasn't part of it. But Eile, we fell out a long time ago now, it seems really silly and childish honestly. But we didn't talk for a couple of years. We'd only made up a little while before I met you.

Uhm, well. [He gave a little chuckle, breathless, not entertained but rather disbelieving if anything.] Eile's engaged. Lochlan proposed yesterday apparently. [He wandered over, perching himself on the arm of the sofa.] That and she wants me and the rest of us to be-- well, in it, I guess. i don't know what the word is. But that's quite... it's nice.

[He's just gotten off the phone after a very long conversation -- long for Arthur that is -- and he's smiling as he goes to put it back in the stand.] Alfred?

[It's Saturday morning and Alfred will find, when he wakes up, an Arthur very much attached to him with no intention of letting go. He can't get up with this, whatever shall Alfred do?]

[He's been quite determined to get up, but he was incredibly groggy when he woke and very clearly stumbled when he got out of bed. His head feels like cotton and his throat burns; he's definitely caught Alfred's cold. But he's still going to try.]