Verlaine walked into his house after work, sighing to himself as he hung up his coat and hat, then set his keys down,

Verlaine walked into the living room, stumbling upon Arthur sitting on his couch, drunk and smiling, “When did you get here, my dear?” Verlaine asked gently, looking at the drunk Arthur on his couch. He found it odd Arthur was in his house, sitting on his couch but he didn't care much about it. Verlaine walked over to the couch, sitting next to the drunkard, kissing his cheek softly, "What am i gonna do with you, huh?" He asked, nuzzling his boyfriends hair gently.