Francis tried to blink past the tears as his hands stumbled on the numbers on his phone.
"Hello, Francis." An irritated voice said on the other end.
"Arthur." Francis' voice broke as he spoke in to the phone.
"I'm on my way." Arthur gasped out, and bolted towards Francis' house; he found him on the way.
"What happened?" He asked as he held Francis in his arms.
"They don't believe me, and my mother is looking for a suitable girlfriend for me." Francis sobbed in Arthur's arms.
"You confessed?" Arthur mumbled.
"Yes, and now I wish that I hadn't." Francis continued to cry against Arthur.
"It will be okay. They will see reason; they have to." Arthur wasn't good at this: comforting people; Arthur had only known from about a year ago that Francis was asexual when he turned him down, and attempted to explain why.
"They don't understand." Francis' eyes appeared lifeless as he gazed up at Arthur.
"They will in time." Arthur hated how much that felt like a lie.
"I hope so." Francis clung to Arthur.
Things didn't get better in the end though, and Francis put up an act of being with people romantically as well as sexually to get his family off of his case as well as to better 'fit in.'
Arthur knew that his friend and ex-crush wasn't enjoying this at all, so he tried to speak to him; Arthur found a potential solution to the problem.
He convinced Francis to date him, and didn't pressure him in to sex, knowing that he wouldn't enjoy it anyway.
Arthur realized that he still loved the other man romantically no matter how stupid that was.
They got married to hopefully stop his parents from pressuring Francis in to romance.
Francis would never love Arthur the way that he loved him, but surprisingly that didn't hurt Arthur.
He attempted to understand Francis' feelings and sexuality to the best of his ability; he always had.
To love someone was much more than the urge to be loved back.
Love had never been that selfish.