As soon as Merlin pulls away, Arthur finds himself regretting his usual fuss. But it's too late, so all he allows himself is a slight huff of frustration. This is Merlin. Everywhere he's turned since they'd met, this man had been right there. Helping to the best of his ability and knowledge.

Arthur just knows more of what that means now. It had hurt at first, knowing Merlin had lied about everything for so long. And yet...if there was one single person he could always count on...it was Merlin.

Magic and all. If someone can have magic and still be good, it's Merlin.

He stands patiently, letting his friend fuss over his clothes, straightening them up as they're both used to. And he's grateful for the opening, so he grins and slings an arm across Merlin's shoulders to move them along again. This time he doesn't pull away. Because it feels good somehow, and right.

"Give me a break!" He quips. "It's not every day a guy comes back from the dead! Do you need anything from wherever you've been staying? There's a spare room in mine, you might as well take it so you can fuss without going too far." And so they don't lose each other again quite so easily.