There had been a lot of talking today.

Arthur kissed him, instead, nudging his legs apart with his knee. Proximity was a good thing: right here right now, something that wasn't some semblance of a desperate hell or purgatory or whatever the hell you called this place when you were better with poetry than Arthur was.

He let his knuckles graze along the skin just under Merlin's shirt. That was an answer, right?