@ElderGod-Icefire
He wrapped his arms close around Arquis, rubbing his back gently and pressing a kiss to the side of his head. He was careul not to touch Arquis's hair, with how it had been falling out earlier. He didn't want to accidentally pull any more of it out of his partner's head. That wouldn't be any good. "Deserve what, my love?" he asked softly, not wanting to assume the wrong thing by what Arquis was saying.
These past few weeks had been so full of ups and downs. They cared deeply for Arquis, in a way that almost frightened them. It had all happened so fast. It had all happened so fast. It was a lot to think about, a lot to try and process. Arquis was such an amazing, yet flawed person. They supposed that anyone was, but still. Anyone could be flawed, of course. Arquis's did not detract from who he was as a person, and yet he had no idea how to help with this eating disorder, how to help with whatever had happened with his father, how to help with anything currently happening. This wasn't his country, and he didn't know how it worked.
Ari blinked at Honey's mention of different nightclothes, trying to figure out what Honey meant. "It…I…your nightclothes are your business." he said slowly, brows drawing together a little bit. "Not mine. I mean, if…if you would like to show me them, then I suppose so, btu…" he stammered for a moment, then exhaled sharply, frustrated with his own inability to not sumble over the words. "Sorry. I don't know what you're asking me, Honey." he looked over at the blond. "If…nightclothes are just pajamas then…it does not matter what they look like to me. If…if you mean nightclothes that are more…revealing, then…I have no interest in…"