Sign in the dirty window already looked about thirty years old when Alfred knew it could only have been taped up that morning.

"Well this was unexpected," Francis gestured to text.

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"Yeah, you could say so." Alfred rolled a stone under his sneakers, feeling it with his toes through the thin rubber.

They both stood on the curb side surrounded by different boxes, waiting for Ieuan to bring the van.

"Are ya suree yer no wanting tae keep this?" The rough glaswegian accent could be heard bellowing through the open door.

"Why, WHY would I want to keep that?!" Arthurs shrill reply make Alfred wring his hands a little. Was he going to cope with the clear out?

"You an' the American no fans of dressing up? I thought all yoo reclusive types were inta th' real kinky shit-" the end of the sentence was cut off by an audible smack. Presumably Allistor was at the receiving end.

Beside him Francis snorted with laughter, covering his face with his hand. Heat shot through Alfreds cheeks, reaching his ears.

Arthur appeared at the door clutching another box. His face had a blush to match Alfreds.

"What a bloody idiot. Thinking I want to dress up my boyfriend in my ex-wifes clothes. So sick."

"Come now Arthur," Francis smirked, "those would hardly fit Alfred don't you think?"

He yelped slightly, receiving a light shot to the shin and a death glare. Setting the box on the growing piles Arthur let out a long sigh.

"You doing okay?" Alfred whispered in his ear.

Arthurs head dropped onto his shoulder, hot breath piercing the fabric of his t-shirt. Interrupted by the beeping of a horn Arthur wrapped his clammy fingers around Alfreds own.

Ieuan arrived with the van.

"Hey Allie and Fran? Can you get started on packing the van, stuff is all labeled up. I'm going to take Arthur upstairs for a cup of tea."

It was only after the mug was placed into his hands did Arthur seems to snap out of the trance like state he was in.

"Thanks love," he took a sip.

"No problem," Alfred took a chug of his own mug - coffee, not tea, "it doesn't have to be your brothers you know? I could find some others to help if it's easier, Ivan is usually free."

"Oh, god no. You know he creeps me out."

They both laughed together.

"Y'know… they will probably be fine out there for a while," Alfred slipped his hand into the warmth of Arthurs jumper. The soft skin of his stomach tensed at his touch.

"Wait… what if Kiku…" Arthur's eyes betrayed his words, closing slightly. Leaning in to press his lips against Alfreds.

Meeting him before pulling back, only far enough that he could still feel Arthurs breath, "He isn't coming back… his stuff is all at Heracles now anyway."

"Yuck, coffee breath," Arthur pushed back into the kiss, finally setting the tea mug down on the window sill. His hands wrapped behind Alfreds neck, somehow his fingertips were still cold.

"Bet they're not just drinking tea up there," Ieuan looked at his brother and brother-in-law meaningfully.

"You're probably right," Francis laughed, mostly supervising the two large men load boxes into the van. All carefully labelled, shop, charity, rubbish.

"Shite, do ya think they'll want me tae bring tha dress up?" Allistor chuckled, fake searching for the box.

Francis knew his husband was just using humor to hide how happy he was that his brother was finally moving on. He glanced up to the window, seeing a mug balanced by the glass. Steaming it enough that he could only make out the rough shape of his friends embracing.

"Good for you Arthur," he muttered under his breath.

AN: Finally finished.