"Are you feeling alright?"
"Why do you ask," Arthur looks blearily at Merlin.
"That's twice you've nearly put your face in your plate."
"Bad dreams," Arthur mutters, standing and lurching toward the screen.
"How bad," Merlin asks, handing him a clean shirt.
"My worst fears come to life."
"What are you afraid of?"
Arthur doesn't reply, then says, "All of Camelot dead. And what about you? Any worst fears?"
Merlin falters at first. "Dying for a stupid reason." True enough.
"Then may you live long," Arthur says sarcastically. "Though you won't if you're slow today."
Merlin sighs. Back to work.
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A little friendship/banter tossed in, just to keep things interesting.
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