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"Want me to help?" Arthur asked when he was inside, admiring the flower in the vase on the table. It was a simple flower arrangement, consisted only by pale pink and white tea roses and baby's breath; the vase was also simple, crystal with pale pink ribbon on it.
"Non, it is okay. Just sit down, cher." Francis said, guiding Arthur to one of the dining chair. Arthur shrugged then sat down.
Francis turned to the kitchen, thinking 'This is the last day of the endearments, Francis. Don't waste it.'
Arthur heard the sound of knife cutting bread behind him, followed by a question from Francis, "Cher, the main course is not ready yet, would you like some tomato bruschettas?"
"Sure." Arthur answered, turning his head to see Francis looking at him and waving his hand which was holding a knife. He huffed, "Don't wave your knife, Frog." It was replied by a grin from Francis and he turned to making bruschetta.
"Um... It might take quite a few minutes, you can watch me if you want, mon chou." Francis pointed to a stall, which provided a view of the kitchen.
Arthur moved to the chair, "You seemed strange this week, Francis. What is wrong?"
"Ah, lapin, I have no idea. I don't think I have done anything strange." Francis turned his back against Arthur, started to toast the sliced baguettes on a frying pan.
"I do have an idea." Francis faced Arthur, cocking his head to the left, feeling a bit panicked. "Are you heartbroken?"
"Um... Some kind of that, cher. Some kind of that." With that, he turned again, turned off the stove and checked the oven. The food will be ready in ten minutes.
"Really? Heartbroken? I thought you could get anyone."
Francis cut a tomato, back still facing Arthur, "Non, apparently not." He sighed, 'I couldn't get you, no matter what I do or how hard I try.'
There was a silence. Arthur slid his fingers on the counter in front of him; Francis put the ready bruchettas on a plate.
"Let's just eat the bruschetta here, shall we?" Francis asked, put the plate on the counter in front of Arthur and sat on the stall beside Arthur.
Arthur took one of the bruschettas. He hummed in delight as it entered his mouth. "This is good."
"Toni's boyfriend showed me how to cook it when I visited them." Francis smiled, watching the Brit closing his eyes as he took another bite.
The oven let out a ping sound. Francis stood and went to the oven. He took out the chicken breasts he cooked and put it on the plates. "Wait, mon cher. I need to prepare the sauce. It needs to be directly made after the chicken is done."
"Okay," Arthur said, smiling. 'The food is going to be great.' He thought. "I'll just help you with the spoon and anything else, I suppose."
"Sure. I have prepared them; you just need to set them up on the table." Francis said, pointing half-heartedly to a drawer.
Arthur set up the eating utensils Francis had prepared on the table. He noticed them as the set Francis only used on special occasions like Christmas, New Year, his birthday, Francis' birthday, the days his novels were published, the day his book became a best seller, and many other occasions they celebrated together. 'So what is the occasion?' he thought.
"It's ready, Francis."
"Okay, cher. I'll be there in a sec. Just sit down and wait."
Arthur began tapping his fingers on his knees impatiently when, "Here you go. Chicken breast with BBQ sauce and beurre blanc." Francis said, and with a wink at Arthur, he put the plate on Arthur's side of the table before putting the other plate on his side.
"This looks good." Arthur said, smiling lightly at Francis who was pouring some wine into their glasses.
"It tastes good too, cher. Try it."
Arthur cut the chicken into a smaller piece and put some BBQ sauce on it before he ate it. "This is really good Francis," Arthur said, after swallowing down a moan that almost got out of his mouth.
"Merci, Arthur. Enjoy it." Francis smiled and started to eat his chicken.
They ate in silence, which was usual.
When they were done, Francis asked Arthur to bring his wine glass to the living room to watch some DVD together while Francis was moving the chocolate pudding from the refrigerator to the plates.
"What do you want to watch?"
"I don't know. Pick one." Francis answered from the kitchen.
"Random, then." Arthur closed his eyes then searched the box where Francis put all his -theirs, actually. Arthur brought some from his house-DVDs. He took out the one in the corner, and read the title, "The Wedding Singer."
"Oh well. It has been a while since we watched that one." Francis said, handing Arthur his plate and went to the couch while Arthur started to turn on the DVD.
Halfway through the movie Francis took another sip of his wine and cleared his throat.
"Cher." Arthur grunted a question; being too absorbed in the movie.
"Arthur." Arthur turned, a 'what?' on his face.
"I love you." Arthur blushed.
"Francis, I know you're heartbroken and is in need of love. But even you have to admit that confessing to me is a bit too much. Besides..." Arthur smiled slightly, showing Francis his left hand where a silver ring is shining on the ring finger. "I've got Al."
"Ah." Francis's smile faltered for a second. 'Ah.' His inner thought sighed. "That was stupid of me. Of course you've got Alfred. Just forget what I have said then."
"You are being strange, Francis." Arthur paused the DVD, "first, you stopped calling me with your endearments. Second, you ignored me. Third, you insisted on asking me to come for this dinner. You have never done that. What's going on? You can tell me. If you want to, of course." Arthur shrugged.
"Non, there's nothing to tell you." Francis looked down, 'I have told you what I want you to know.' He smiled. "Let's just continue the movie."
"Fine."
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