Francis could not understand what was happening. Time and again, he found a key clearly stating his dear little rabbit's address on the label, and when he gave it back to him Arthur would bite his lip, and take it back with a scowl.
Really, he didn't know why Arthur was acting like this. They had been dating for a while, true, but Arthur had the face he wore whenever Francis upset him and didn't realise it. Soon, their friend Kiku would put Francis out of his misery and tell him what was wrong. Sure enough, a little note appeared on his desk at work, written in very polite and apologetic handwriting.
Arthur was giving you the key to his flat purposely. He wanted to show you that you are welcome.
And then Francis swore, shooting up from his chair and grabbing his coat, rushing towards the door and swerving down the street, running towards Iain's pub where he knew he would find his sulking Brit. Yes, he could see a certain blond was in the back, drinking whiskey and glaring at a spot on the wall. Francis slammed his hands on the table.
"Kiku…he explained…You need to tell me! Give me that key, mon lapin, I'm happy that you want me in your life that much…" He seized Arthur in a hug and felt him tense up and then relax, before a cold piece of metal was tucked into his jacket pocket, and a pink cheeked smile was turned his way.
So all this had been over a key. He could see now how it must have felt to Arthur…He kissed his cheek.
"Why don't you show me around that flat of yours, lapin?"