Merlin was deep in thought. He was reminiscing about the time that he broke his arm. It still hurt occasionally but usually didn't trouble him. He was so lost in thought that he didn't realise that at first Will was nearing him. He'd always liked Will; he seemed to be the only person who truly understood Merlin. His Mother of course tried to understand, but she was his Mother so he couldn't talk to her about his worries and fears. But he could talk to Will, when he was with Will he could be himself, he could just be Merlin.
