Francis sighed as he sat on the bed, clutching the clothes Arthur shoved at him to his face. When he breathed in deep, he could catch some of the others scent underneath the musty smell. He slipped off the robe and tried on the pants, finding them tight, but otherwise fine. He gave up on the shirt quickly. He didn't want to wear it anyway. Glancing toward the direction Arthur left in, he sighed. A second later, he fell over onto his side and hugged a pillow. "Why did I have to be created with this stupid unrequited love!"