For a while, while patching the rift between them… while Arthur was still REALLY wary of Lewis, usually finding excuses not to be in the same room, or trying to avoid looking at him. Lewis was at a loss on how to get close to the blond. He knew it was his own fault, for attacking him the first time he saw the smaller man after his death. But once he understood the truth of the event, he wanted to try to get back to normal. But it was a losing battle, things may never return to the way they were.
So Lewis had started to let the Deadbeats show his affection to Arthur. If they saw him stressing or distracted at his desk, they would rub against him like cats… flopping down in his lap, or rubbing against him just begging for scritches. And it helped.
Arthur warmed up to the Deadbeats, getting used to their coolness. They were somewhat fuzzy, like teddybears. He couldnt help but smile at the welcome distractions of them rubbing against him, or just on top of the diagram he was tr