As soon as they had deposited themselves into their seats, Harry promptly removed his glasses while Merlin began to scan the menu.
"Merlin." Harry's voice was gentle, but rousing. "We're on break. There's no need to wear your glasses. Kingsman isn't going to fall to pieces in your absence."
Merlin glanced up just in time to spy outstretched fingers reaching towards him. Instinctively he backed up against the chair, reaching up in an attempt to block Harry's hands. "No, Har-"
But it was too late. Deftly Harry plucked the glasses off Merlin's face, turning the cafe into a blurry series of muted browns, reds, and grays.
"You see." Harry's voice was warm now, and Merlin struggled to focus on him, hoping he was looking him in the eye. "Just enjoy the moment, Merlin. It's not going to last forever."
Merlin nodded, then waited a few seconds before saying, "Actually I don't see much of anything right now."
There was a brief pause as Merlin's words computed in Harry's head, and then Harry slowly slid the glasses back over to Merlin. "…Sorry about that."
"Have you nosense of personal space?" Merlin grumbled as he took the glasses. He put them back on, bringing Harry's amused and radiant smile into crystalline detail.
"Now and again," Harry said. "I just find it difficult to keep my hands off you."
Merlin rolled his eyes, but he smiled.