jacobforus

Francis ate his cheese and ham panini in silence at lunchtime, as he had suspected they had gone to the local coffee place. He couldn't get the image of Arthur going into that room with Alfred out of his head..what had they done? Had they..non, he must not think such thoughts. Lifting the Styrofoam cup to his lips France blew on the hot coffee for a few seconds before tasting the caffeinated liquid. It did little to soothe him. Why should he care what Arthur did? Who Arthur ended up with, what Arthur said, the way Arthur looked when he smiled. He didn't care. Mon dieu..what was going on? He tugged the ribbon out of his hair and ran his hand