"Can you just please hold me?" Lars barely whispered, slumping onto Arthur's shoulder- who was currently occupied with drinking some tea while reading.
"Oh? What's wrong?" Arthur asks, though he doesn't wait for an answer and simply puts his book down to comfort the taller man, "If you want to talk to me about it you can, but if you don't want to we can just have some tea and biscuits."
"It's just stress, really. But some tea later when I have motivation to let you get up with be nice.." Lars sighs, laying down on Arthur's lap.
"Hmm, alright." Arthur hums, carefully running his hands through Lars' ungelled hair.