"I told you to take care of yourself." Lars sighs to himself when he arrives home from a business trip, Arthur nowhere to be seen when he first steps into the house. He walks to the home office, hoping that Arthur isn't there and is somewhere else, instead, he finds said man slumped onto the desk, cup of tea cold.

"Wake up, I'm home."

"W..what?" Arthur dumbly said, waking up from what seemed to be a deep sleep caused by exhaustion. "Oh, welcome home."

"I told you to take care of yourself," Lars says once again, but louder "I can't trust you if you do this when I'm away can I?"

"Well excuse me for having work to do." Arthur mutters sarcastically, tapping his pen against the desk rather irritably.

"Nonsense, I'm fixing you a cup of tea right now. Don't you dare try to work again today."

"Hmph fine you wanker." Arthur huffs, following Lars to the kitchen.