Nothing was certain anymore…
A hand gripped Arthur's tightly, squeezing. Such a simple gesture, really, that after everything that had happened, and all that they had lost – everyone they had lost – said so much more than anything could; meant so much more.
Especially because of whose hand it was. The one who had always been there and – that simple gesture told him – the one who always would be.
Arthur gripped the hand back firmly, and it was a long time before he let go.
Most things weren't certain anymore. But Arthur knew Merlin would be beside him, if nothing else…