"W-what? Where's this coming from?" Lars stutters as Arthur slumps back home from work, dropping his briefcase and practically falling into Lars' arms.
"Shut up and hold me." He scolds, though it lacks any actual bite to it, still clinging to the taller man.
"Is.. there anything you want?" Lars asks after a while, still standing there with the other man in his arms.
"For work to not be such a pain in the arse," Arthur mutters sarcastically as he pulls away "But some Earl Grey and biscuits would be nice."
"Alright. I'll go get some then, you can rest." Lars states simply before picking up Arthur, who immediately protests.
"Put me down! I might be tired but there's no need to pick me up like a damn child!"
"Alright, but don't you dare get up." Lars says as he throws Arthur on the couch and walks to the kitchen to make tea.
"Hmm.. fine."