"This won't work."
"Oh, shush, Lancelot. What's the worst that could happen?"
Merlin looked up, worried, at Gwaine, who looked like Arthur.
"Try avoiding actual work. It's just a few hours."
"Avoiding work is my specialty."
After sending Gwaine into the throne room, Merlin returned to Arthur.
"It's a bad idea, Merlin."
"Leave it to Gwaine and Lancelot." He sat in front of Arthur and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Go on."
Arthur sighed and hung his head, releasing a sob.
Merlin let him cry. He knew how it felt to have no time to grieve a lost father.
