This is the sequel to Learning to Be Happy. As usual, reviews are much appreciated! Thank you so much for all the support and love. You guys are great. xoxo, Molly

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that?" huffs Arthur, pulling a box up the steps. "Why we couldn't hire movers, I don't know."

"Movers," pants Merlin, pulling a much skinnier box than Arthur, "are expensive."

"Yes, and so is back surgery," retorts Arthur, breathing heavily at the top of the stairs. "Jesus, I'm going to pass out by the time we get up to the flat."

"Let's consider our old flat," says Merlin, "and then shut the fuck up."

Arthur smiles in spite of himself. Merlin is a fucking idiot, but he's his fucking idiot and the fact that moving makes him sweaty doesn't really help Arthur's cause. But still. Thank God there are elevators in the lobby to take them up to their fourth floor flat.

It was Arthur who had suggested the move first.

"Merlin," he'd breathed into Merlin's ear one night, their flat lit by the lights of the city outside, "how would you feel about moving in with me?"

Merlin smiles, rolls over into Arthur so their faces are so close none of Arthur's features are distinct – just feather smoothness in the light of streetlamps.

"I'd love to, but I think we have a problem."

"And what's that?" Arthur wants to know.

"I already did that about a year and a half ago, you twit."

Arthur laughs. "I know," he says, rolling once more onto his back and looking up at the ceiling. "But I'm ready to get out of this place. I've got some money saved up since I was promoted and my father's offered to give us a little money to move out."

"You talked to your father about this," says Merlin quietly, and Arthur glances over at him. Merlin is looking over at their kitchenette, away from Arthur.

"Merlin," says Arthur softly, "He's my father."

"Your father who kicked you out," says Merlin. "Your father who doesn't like me."

"First of all," says Arthur defensively, "we agreed that me being kicked out was a good thing, right?"

Merlin sighs. "Yes."

"And secondly, my father likes you fine."

Merlin scoffs at this, rolls back toward Arthur, his chin resting on Arthur's shoulder. "Your father," he says clearly, "thinks I'm an idiot."

"You are an idiot," says Arthur, but when Merlin doesn't respond, he regrets it a little. "Come on, Merlin." Merlin remains silent, and Arthur groans. "Merlin…"

"What."

"I don't want to have to get gushy."

"You're lying in bed naked with me, you twat, just after you asked me to move in with you."

Arthur groans, kissing Merlin quickly on the cheek. "I love you, okay, you prat? Now, could you shut up about my father?"

Merlin grins at the ceiling. "I missed that first part. Could you say it again?"

"Fuck you."

Merlin kisses Arthur and whispers obnoxiously, far too loudly to be sweet, "You already do that."