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The Salle, Monday Morning

It was just a morning like any other, which meant that Arthur was in the salle, going through his forms. He was not particularly looking forward to certain students today, but he wasn't about to let that put him off. So forms, and drills, and work that maybe actually put a strain on his muscles, today.

The recent lack of invasions didn't mean he got to slack.

As per usual, he occasionally threw a look at Merlin across the salle whenever he finished a drill.

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Arthur shot him a look that might almost be mistaken for amused. "At least there was the curtain," he allowed.

Merlin flushed slightly there. Oh, had he misread that one. "Yes, the curtain," He repeated with a small laugh.

"So no one had to be exposed to your horrible fits of dancing," said Arthur, who was considering the dummies on the other end of the hall.

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That got another small laugh. "Yes, no one deserves that."

This was utterly ridiculous to feel upset about. There was nothing to be upset about. Because he was with Francine. And Arthur was... Arthur.

"Glad we agree," Arthur muttered. Sounding like he was deflating.

He sagged maybe more against Merlin's shoulder than he would strictly admit to.

"Merlin?"

"Hmm?"

Well, that was helpful in the coming-up-with-an-answer arena. He realised he didn't actually have anything beyond 'Merlin'.

He glanced sideways at the boy. "Your dancing--" he started, then stopped.

"Yes, Arthur?" Merlin asked slowly.

He was going to beat his head repeatedly into something for this one.

"I-- er. That's to say--"

Oh, lovely. Now he was spluttering.

Merlin was now giving him a confused look. "About dancing?" Hey, maybe that would help!

"No, Merlin--"

He sighed once. "Not about-- dancing--"

There might have been an arm pressed against Merlin's lower back now, though. Stupid words. Stupid everything.

...oh. Merlin's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't move away yet. "You--"

"I'm just--" Finish your sentences, Arthur. "--Going to. Sit here."

See? That was a finished sentence.

He finished wrapping his arm around Merlin's waist there. Not that he'd-- do anything.

"Alright." Merlin moved a hand to Arthur's side... area. Hip maybe. He wasn't sure.

This was... new.

Arthur nodded vaguely. Opened his mouth again.

Then let go. "You should-- talk to Francine." Or something.

"Yes." Merlin swallowed and nodded. "I--I should."

"She's likely worrying about you right now, and I wouldn't--"

He shot Merlin a slightly helpless look. "--want to impose."

"We've talk about it," Merlin said quickly. Not specifying what 'it' was.

"...Talked about what?"

So very awkward. "...things."

"Well." Arthur glanced at him. "That's very thorough."

He'd just like to go sit somewhere in a corner until this made sense.

"All of us?" Merlin offered. "It's... complicated."

"No doubt," he said, voice a little rough. "I should... get back to my drill. You've... got Francine and I'm hardly going to try and take advantage of you."

"I--" Merlin grabbed his arm. "We'll talk. Another time."

Arthur had been thinking about getting up, but now he paused, glancing at his arm. I thought that was all. Merlin sticks with his lady, Arthur gets married off to some tart - or worse, Morgana, the end.

"All right," is what he said, and then began to rise.

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