Gwaine and Lancelot watched them from afar. They were on a hunting trip almost a couple of hours, and Merlin was fumbling them three times, always leaving the prey to escape.
Every time this happened Arthur yelled at him, but always with a hint of smile on his lips.
"How long you think it will take for him to admit it?" Gwaine asked.
Lancelot looked confused. "Admit what, exactly?"
"That Merlin is his friend. Come on! "
"Well, I am a knight and I have no problem admitting that."
"Neither do I, my friend, neither do i."