"Mint or Chai?" Arthur asked over Francis's coughing fit.

"Mint, s'il vous plaƮt?" Francis said in a hoarse voice.

Arthur put the tea bag in the cup of warm water and waited until it set in before giving it to Francis.

"This is what you get for standing outside in the rain." Arthur kissed Francis forehead before going back to the kitchen to grab his tea.

"Well, its not my fault...is it?" Francis said, taking a sip of his tea.

"Well...it kinda is." Arthur said, coming back with his tea and snuggled next to Francis.

"How? I tried to apologize to you but you were being a prick and didn't let me in until you saw me soaking wet." Francis took a sip of his tea.

"Well...I was really mad at you." Arthur said, putting his tea down on a coffee table and crossed his arms.

"Yeah, but I think I made up for whatever reason you were mad at me last night...right?" Francis looked at Arthur with hope.

"Yeah..I guess so..." Arthur started blushing slightly. Francis smirked and giggled slightly.

Arthur's face got a bit redder, "Stop it."

"You weren't say that last-" Francis started before he was interrupted but Arthur.

"Shut up, you perverted git." Arthur pushed Francis slightly.

"Yeah, but I'm YOUR perverted git." Francis snuggled closer to Arthur.

Arthur sighed and smiled, "Yeah...your my perverted git and no one else's."