[ And because Arthur is a man of his word, but also a bit of an overachiever, he manages to get there within his seven minute promise. But he's not out of breath because he did not very nearly run to get here. No sense of urgency, whatsoever.
Which is why he plops down beside Merlin casually, feet stretched out in front of him and propping himself up on his arms behind him, just close enough to brush his shoulder against Merlin if he wants to.
He doesn't. Not yet.
He doesn't speak for a moment, and when he finally does, it's quietly, softly. Attempting to break the silence with comfort and familiarity. ]
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Which is why he plops down beside Merlin casually, feet stretched out in front of him and propping himself up on his arms behind him, just close enough to brush his shoulder against Merlin if he wants to.
He doesn't. Not yet.
He doesn't speak for a moment, and when he finally does, it's quietly, softly. Attempting to break the silence with comfort and familiarity. ]
It's nice out here.