It was times like this that Merlin loved Gwen, more than he could ever say. She hadn't asked questions or complained about the fact that it was at least an hour and a halves drive, she simply grabbed her car keys and said: "Lets go." They stopped on the way at a nearby florist where Merlin spent a few minutes picking out flowers. He eventually decided on white lilies, mixed in with some deep orange and yellow gerbera, wrapping them up tenderly with a thick gold ribbon, paying silently.

When they arrived at the cemetery an hour later, Gwen turned off the radio that neither of them had been really listening to. "I'll wait in the car," she said quietly, stroking Merlin's arm. He nodded, with a forced smile and got out of the car. He didn't have to think about where he was going, he'd done this journey enough times to be able to walk it in his sleep. He clutched the flowers as a familiar tree alerted him that he was near and, sure enough, the dark grey headstone loomed into sight within a few minutes. Merlin blinked back tears as he knelt down on the soft grass, curling his legs beneath him. Large letters spelling out Will's name assaulted his eyesight and his vision became blurry for a moment.

"Hey," he said softly as a single tear rolled down his cheek. He laid the flowers against the stone and reached out to trace the 'W' of the inscription with his finger, ever so gently. "I'm sorry I haven't been by in a while, so much has happened you wouldn't believe." He leant back on his heels, letting his hand drop onto his thigh. "God, where do I even start? I got a new job, that's where it all began really. I met this lady, Morgana at one of Gwen's parties, do you remember how dull they were? Well, I was sitting at a bar and she sat next to me and we got talking and then, she offered me a job working on a breakfast show, as the host. I know, I couldn't believe it either, I wasn't even going to go but Gwen made me. I'm glad I did because the job is incredible and the people - the people, there who I work with are amazing. I met someone, Arthur he's my co-host. He's a complete prat, you would hate him Will. I did at first, then I realised that he's also kind and loyal and honourable, hard-working, silly and sweet. I think I love him Will and that terrifies me because I haven't…been with anyone, not since you. But I do, love him, and I thought you should be the first person I told. I haven't even told him yet. I miss you so much, every single day, not just as my lover but as my friend. I have to move on and, Arthur - I really think I could be happy with him. I know you'd want that for me."

When Merlin finished, he wasn't surprised to feel his cheeks were wet. He stayed there for a little while longer, talking about Wake Up Britain and about Arthur and Gwen and Lance. It wasn't until he noticed the sky beginning to darken that he stood up, wiping under his eyes with one hand. He murmured a goodbye to the grave, kissing his fingers then touching the headstone. He returned to the car, where Gwen was waiting to embrace him tightly, her own eyes glistening as she kissed his forehead. "Don't you feel guilty Merlin, not for one second," she whispered fiercely.

"I know," he said, holding her close. When they finally broke apart, Gwen's eyes searched his face.

"Are you okay?" She asked genuinely.

Merlin nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I actually am." Merlin wasn't planning on telling Arthur that he'd been to see Will's grave; he knew it would scare him off, the thought that Merlin had felt guilty over their night together and, really, Merlin hadn't. Visiting Will's grave had felt like something he needed to do for closure, in order to be with Arthur fully. Since Arthur had already given him a spare key to his place, Merlin got the impression that Arthur wasn't someone one could 'kind of' be with, one was either in or out and Merlin was definitely in.

Arthur was still grinning like a madman when Morgana walked in that evening. She stopped when she saw him sitting in the chair, holding Merlin's jacket that he'd left there. Her face became quite alarmed as Arthur greeted her cheerfully with a call of, "Morgana, I'm so glad your back."

"What's wrong with you?" she demanded instantly.

Arthur laughed loudly, rising to grasp Morgana's shoulders. "Nothing," he practically sang. "Nothing at all."

Morgana lowered her voice, "Are you high?" She looked down at the jacket Arthur was still grasping. "Whose is that?" She asked, sounding rather bewildered now.

"Merlin's," Arthur said, the crooked smile on his face becoming impossibly wider.

Something fall into place in Morgana's mind. "So that's why you left in the middle of the party, right after you'd followed Merlin into the bathroom - kinky, by the way Arthur - and then text me saying that it wouldn't be the worst thing if I were to spend the day at Leon's?"

"Yep," Arthur said happily, crossing over into the kitchen. Morgana rolled her eyes and followed him after a minute, to find him making a sandwich and, oh god, actually singing Jingle Bells. Morgana began to fear for his sanity.

"So," she started, hopping up to sit on the edge of the table, her legs dangling. "What happened to, 'Me like girls, me straight man, grrr'"

Arthur licked a spot of mayonnaise off his little finger before taking a seat, pushing Morgana up to make room for his plate. "Me like boys," he joked and Morgana whacked him on the upside of his head. "Fine, I decided to stop denying myself what I wanted for once. Happy?"

She jumped down and bent her face close to his. "Extremely," she announced, with a grin of her own. She turned and started to walk out of the room when Arthur called after her: "Don't tell anyone, Morgana." She smiled to herself, she loved it when he thought he was in charge.

"Yeah, yeah," she replied, with a wave of her hand back in Arthur's direction, bounding off with a satisfied smile.