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Arthur had fallen asleep not at all snuggling a pillow or getting spooned last night.
That would just be silly.
If that was the way he was spread out now, though, well, that was just a fluke of restless sleep. Face pressed into the pillow, pillow pressed to his chest, back pressed against scrawny manservant: check.
See, Arthur had been forewarned about the 'boys to girls off island' thing, but he'd always figured that if it happened to him, he'd know by the state of Merlin.
He'd figured wrong.
That would just be silly.
If that was the way he was spread out now, though, well, that was just a fluke of restless sleep. Face pressed into the pillow, pillow pressed to his chest, back pressed against scrawny manservant: check.
See, Arthur had been forewarned about the 'boys to girls off island' thing, but he'd always figured that if it happened to him, he'd know by the state of Merlin.
He'd figured wrong.
