Arthur is tired; really, very tired, and it only mostly has to do with exhaustion. Listening to the quiet of the office, he thinks that maybe his employees are, too. The rhythmic typing of keyboards throughout each floor might just be enough to lull him to sleep if he isn't too careful.
The other reason for his to be tired is something he would rather not quite address about his uncle's lack of moral values and sense of duty.
Dinner, once at home with Merlin, is a quiet affair and comes across so suddenly that Arthur has to pause for a moment to make sure that he hasn't magically or skipped time or entirely spaced out. It earns him an odd look from Merlin.
It's not until he's finished washing the dishes that he realize that all his built up exhaustions and tensions have tightened up his shoulders. Breezing through the bedroom and brushing past Merlin with hardly a word, he decides to take a hot shower in attempt to find some relief.
It doesn't really help.
But then - and he must have been so distracted to not have even heard Merlin come in, because when Arthur gets out of the shower, there Merlin is, towel at the ready to tie around his hips and arms to wrap eager to wind around his torso.
