[ It resonates, that small falter in Merlin's cheek, and Arthur blinks back that far away place where life was something precious that broke in his hands. He speaks, halfway in a daze; ]

There's just ... something about you.

[ Something - something precious. Arthur's brows furrow and he rubs at his temple. ]

Mm. Could do with a day-long nap or two, though, if you'd like to head off to work. I might be shite for company like this.