Francis hated to see the other in distress so he walked over to wrap his arms around Arthur. "Why are you upset?" He pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Just accept me already. I love you so much no matter if I'm a mistake or not. So even if you ask me to, I can't let go," he murmured into Arthur's hair. Even that smelled wonderful to him. Arthur was perfect. Why could he be prefect to that man as well?