[Murmurs again, that he missed him, pulling back only to take his large cloak off, placing it on top of the few blankets he keeps there. The place is solitary enough that they're rarely disturbed, and while he doesn't truly mind, angels can be a little prissy about rolling around in the dirt. So he keeps things like that at hand for Arthur's sake.]
Come here. [He's back close to him immediately, pulling him close, the touches to his hair and cheeks gentle and lingering. He missed holding him, touching him, wants to always be able to do so.]