Summer didn’t even bother pretending she had no idea what was going on. She just marched into Merlin’s room, hands on her hips, and pinned him with a glare. He was giving her a headache, and she couldn’t shut him out.
“You want to talk about it.”
Merlin tried not to immediately bristle at the wording of the statement. It was just a phrase. “Talking about it” didn’t NEED to involve actual talking
though it usually did.Talk about what, exactly?
“What the fuck ever is making you sulk like a massive storm. It’s like having a continuous roll of thunder in my head.” She sat on his bed and folded her legs up, clearly with every intent of staying until something changed.