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[This time, the recording starts with a long, drawn out sigh. Then, surprisingly, it's still Merlin's voice that rattles off the voicemail in tones of long-suffering.]

Hello, you've reached King Arthur Pr--Pendragon. He isn't here to answer your call because he's incredibly important and busy. If you leave a message here with me, I'll make sure he gets it because I am a good servant--and friend-- [he adds the last bit in a rush, accompanied with a thwap!, an 'ow!' and an 'I heard that,' then forces the rest of the words out through gritted teeth] and will do anything my master asks of me.

[A couple seconds pass, then Merlin speaks again, this time sounding a bit further away, like he isn't speaking into the bracelet anymore.] There, happy now? If you ask me, the other one is still better-- Shut up, Merlin. It's time to do yours next. Wait, what --

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I promised I would stop making decisions for you didn't I? I'm trying to keep to that you prat

[ ... Oh. Well. ]

Go on then.

[ and a second later - ]

Stop calling me prat.

Not a chance, prat.

Gwen is from years ago, like Morgana and Lancelot were. What do you want me to tell her?

[ -- of course. Of bloody course. Arthur takes a minute to respond, a moment spared to try and swallow back disappointment and resentment, neither of which are for Guinevere herself but more for the circumstance that keeps allowing for this to pass. The past year that she's been his rock, his pillar -

- but no. That's not right. He can't think that way. A friend has joined them, a dear one in a dire situation. What else can he do? ]

Tell her the King should like to see her, when ever she can be made available. All else [ He pauses in his writing, boring his thumb and forefinger into his eyes. He doesn't know. He hates this. ] is at your discretion. I trust your judgment.

[ Arthur will just ... deal with the ramifications as they come. ]

[Merlin knows this must be hurting Arthur deeply, losing someone he cares for in this way. He's far too honourable to press Gwen into something she hasn't lived through, even though he wants her companionship.]

All right. I'll bring her to the house later.

At her leisure, Merlin. I don't [ know if she's ready, if she'll even want to -- ] want her overwhelmed. She should be comfortable.

[ She should be spared their trials. This doesn't seem fair, at all, to any of them. ]

[Because Merlin is Merlin and Arthur is Arthur, he reads between the lines and knows what Arthur means.]

I'll make sure she's comfortable don't worry

You're a good man, Arthur Pendragon.

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[Some time later...because he knows Arthur is probably going to be moping.]

You're a prat most times, but for some reason people seem to think you're a good king and friend.

You deserve to be (＾▽＾) not （；へ：）

I'll even let you batter me around in swords practice if you want.

[ Give him a minute to respond. He is, presumably, busy being a sap in some manner or another. ]

INANE.

[ The most fond statement ever. He does adore you, you know. ]

It has been some time since our last lesson. You must be rusty by now. We ought to fix that.

If anything is rusty, it's those helmets you lot bang your heads around in.

[Even through text, Merlin manages to sound reluctant.]

That was weak even by your standards.

[ He gets it. He does. ]

Don't you worry your dainty little wrists. I haven't the time for it anyhow.

Explains why you don't have a come back for it of course.

What are you so busy with?

When am I ever not busy Merlin?

Do you really want me to answer that?

No.

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