[ Arthur is laughing, because it isn't quite true — more like he'd managed to create a win-win situation. And then Merlin's voice goes small and hurt and Arthur can see his face fall in his mind's eye. His laughter stops abruptly. ]
I'm right here, darling.
[ But he's not. It's just a Forge, and miles between them. Arthur rubs over his face, tired. ]
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I'm right here, darling.
[ But he's not. It's just a Forge, and miles between them. Arthur rubs over his face, tired. ]
Tell me how I can make it better.