[ G'raha could have a heart attack right now, thank you?? Because he feels like he's about to. The addition of the droop of Arthur's ears is really just too much. It's full of feeling, it's too cute.

Yes, if this were the final moments of his life he could easily die happy. But he would much rather live to see this through.

Even so, G'raha can't fight the flush that finds his cheeks, happy as he is. He shakes his head, moving his hand bravely from Arthur's shoulder to cup his cheek. ]

I am hardly in any position to hold that against you. [ He can make light of his own failed attempts here as well. ] I would like nothing more than that, Arthur Inkwell. You have ever been my dear friend, my inspiration, and my heart.