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Francis is laughing in the hotel bar, flirting with every woman in sight and enjoying himself when the storm hits. It seems to shake the window panes, and a few of the girls look scared, causing another face to flash into the Frenchman's mind with frightening accuracy.
His lapin's face, pouting as he frowns.
He excuses himself, waving away the concerns of his friends to address his own, running up the stairs to reach Arthur's room, just to check that he is okay, opening the door to see complete darkness. He thinks Arthur must have left, turning to go himself when the lightning crashes once more, lighting up and outlining the room, including a huddled silhouette in the corner.
Francis rushes over, gathering Arthur in his arms and hating himself for throwing away Arthur's worries just for the sake of a little flirting with some girl he will never really see again. He feels like hitting something when he notices the tear tracks that have gathered on Arthur's cheeks, and the way the Brit clings to him like he is the safest person in the world, a voice hoarse from crying out in fear thanking him over and over again.
Francis is secretly glad though. If this allows him to be close to Arthur, he would gladly welcome any storm, anything that makes those guards around Arthur's heart crash down.