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[onceandfutureprat]

[Arthur's been back for a few hours actually, but he's been spending that time trying to reconcile everything that happened at home with what he knows from the Barge. And it's a confusing mess in case you were wondering.]

How long was I gone from here?

If we haven't met, I'm Arthur Pendragon, king of Camelot and a Warden here.

Merlin, if you're still here, I'd like a word with you.

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[takeyouapart]

Merlin raised his eyebrows. If nothing else he'd been hoping Arthur might acknowledge what his time spent 'in the tavern' actually was.

"Did you never find that excuse suspicious when you never saw me drunk?"

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[onceandfutureprat]

"Merlin," Arthur started. Alright, maybe that was a good point, but before he found out that Merlin had magic and was hiding major things from him, he just thought that Merlin was like the castle idiot, and a clear danger to himself and others. And he just dismissed his odd behavior out of fondness and because Merlin couldn't help being a total moron. It was just how he was born.

"I figured you were either drunk or seriously brain damaged."

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[takeyouapart]

"But you kept me around anyway? Now we definitely have to hug."

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[onceandfutureprat]

"Have you been hit in the head recently, Merlin? Is that where this obsession with hugs is coming from?"

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[takeyouapart]

"If I'd been hit in the head you wouldn't be able to tell the difference, would you?"

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[onceandfutureprat]

Arthur couldn't help the smile that crossed his face at that retort and he reached out to clap Merlin on the shoulder briefly. "We obviously need to get you a helm."