[ Arthur stares at him for a moment, trying to process one thing over the other, but then he sees Merlin smile and the uncertainty falls away into a warm lull in his chest. He wraps his towel around his still-bare shoulders and goes to his boyfriend first, one hand braces on the counter beside him and the other tentatively rising to Merlin's hip ( like he isn't sure if he should, if he's allowed ).
But Merlin is here. Merlin cooked for him and smiled for him. Arthur presses their foreheads together and closes his eyes, letting the contact soothe him. He sigh, whispers. ]
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But Merlin is here. Merlin cooked for him and smiled for him. Arthur presses their foreheads together and closes his eyes, letting the contact soothe him. He sigh, whispers. ]
Thank you.