So it began. At the airport. M/M set after Driftwood.
DATES
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Merlin had unzipped their suitcase to investigate what exactly was taking the extra room in the luggage that the camera would not fit anymore.
'A hat, you packed a woollen hat?'
This was ridiculous.
'I'm only -'
'AND mittens? To India?'
'We bought them together, on our first date. It's a sentiment.'
'This isn't even-..Was that a date?'
'I saw you fancied me, you took me out. And later, we snuggled. I'd call that a date.'
'Yea, but I did not know about us yet. I was just being...'
'You were cute back then. Bit awkward. Less bossy.'
'Wait a second...'
'Excuse me, sir, I see you have important matters to discuss, but people waiting behind you would appreciate to keep the line moving.'
'Yes, of course, sorry. We leave the camera.'
'What?'
Merlin grinned.
'It's replaceable.'
