If we could just comfort our love

"Arthur," he whimpered, tears trailing down his cheeks. He reached both arms out towards the blonde and made a desperate grabbing motion. Arthur felt his heart crack as he obliged the younger man, taking his trembling lover into his arms and shushing him softly. "Shh, it's alright. I've got you, my love." Part 7 in my Merthur Song Lyric series