The bed was a mess.

Osric wouldn't dare deny that it was his fault; it was entirely his fault. He had been more desperate than usual and Arthur had been more willing and...

Arthur was dozing already, even as Osric quietly attempted to gather up discarded clothing and make the room look somewhat presentable.

The bed was next, as he tried to get the blankets a bit less crooked without disturbing Arthur. Normally, Arthur handled all of this, tending to their aftermath in satisfied silence.

Osric finally slipped beneath the covers and beside Arthur's warmth.

Carefully, he pulled Arthur close.