He looks like a pale spider when he smokes, spindly fingers around a cigarette. They're a little too long and a little too bony and Arthur's quite fond of them, though he'll never say. (Arthur's are rather callused and stocky and he wonders if Francis enjoys them just the same.)
(He does.)
Arthur makes tea in the morning and leaves a cup for Francis and it's almost always a flavor he dislikes, but he drinks it anyway as he walks to work. He's never quite figured out why.
Arthur texts him about groceries or bills, never for fun, but Francis has grown used to that as well. 'Get eggs' becomes I love you and 'Rent is due' becomes I miss you and he knows Arthur doesn't mean anything more with his words, but he still finds them oddly sweet.
Francis wears Arthur's old jumpers when he does laundry and he looks out of place in them, a little to thin and a little too tall, but they're rather comfortable, if ugly. Arthur gives a small laugh when he finds Francis in them.
(He likes those laughs.)
