Frolicking all over the world, pooping rainbows and marshmallows wherever we go. [Arthur + Alfred]

Out of all the hugs Arthur had ever gotten (which wasn't very many, mind you), Alfred's hugs were some of the best. They were warm and tight, giving Arthur a feeling of safety. Such thoughts were very embarrassing for Arthur, who hated the fact that Alfred's hugs weren't so bad. It also made Arthur wonder why the other was hugging him and why the other model felt so warm and comfortable! N-no! Absolutely ridiculous, Arthur refused to believe that he was enjoying hugging Alfred.

"N-now that you don't have to worry about money or food, will you consider going to the hospital or rehab? After we've talked this over with your brother, of course," Arthur asked, trying to be a bit more gentle about this topic than he had been previously.

Arthur continued to hug Alfred until the other pulled away from the hug. Which, in turn, made Arthur worry that he had messed up somehow. He wasn't very practiced in being nice or hugging people! Even if he did do something wrong, he wouldn't apologize, that would be humiliating. Arthur felt himself frown a bit. Trying to distract himself, Arthur wondered what Alfred's brother was like. It also raised the question of how the three of them were to discuss the topic of Alfred's eating disorder. Arthur's frown was growing worse.

"Well then, when will you have the chance to talk to him?"

Arthur would have blushed and denied any claims that he was any good at hugging. Plus, he refused to admit he was warm and soft and squishy! Gentlemen weren't like that! Or were they...? Either way, it was probably a sign of weakness. Yet, when he realized Alfred was more like a lost and scared child than a model, Arthur's icy heart melted. He continued to embrace Alfred, trying to comfort the other. After all, Arthur hated seeing someone so nice in so much pain.

"That's good..."

Arthur certainly was the mothering type. Once he was fond of someone, he would begin to worry over them and make sure they were okay. However, most of this was subtly done for the sake of his image as a gruff and mean person. Alfred was a mess, and that just made Arthur want to take him under his wing. Arthur was normally the kind of person to find himself befriending the not so sane people.

"Of course. After all, you need me, correct?"

Alfred had a feeling that once Matthew found out about this, he would have two mother hens trying to help him. After all, he barely knew Arthur but the older model was willing to help him. Wrapping his arms weakly around Arthur again, he glanced over at the clock. Matthew would be home soon…

“Y-Yeah…” He hated admitting that he needed help, but it was true.

Indeed, Alfred would certainly have two mother hens. Though one would be more temperamental and bitchy than the other. Arthur may have been a bit of jerk, but he did have a gentleman's heart and couldn't allow himself to abandon someone in trouble, unless he had a serious grudge against said person, that is. Since there was no such grudge, Arthur found himself wanting to help Alfred out. Even if Arthur hadn't been particularly happy about that unicorn incident.

"Exactly. So here I shall remain."