Francis continued to whine and resist waking up. He slipped his arms down so both wrapped around Arthur's waist, leaving most of him free to move anyway but away. Burying his face in Arthur's hair, he whispered one word. "Stay." For some reason, he knew that once he woke up, this pleasant dream space he sat in would be completely destroyed. Something terrible would happen if he let the familiar laughter go this time. No, he had to stay. He had to get them to stay.