Merlin shoves his spell book under his pillow in a panic and relaxes as he sees Summer in the doorway. He nods and gestures for her to come in. Are you alright? You seem a bit… off.
“Please?” she says pitifully. “Tell him I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt him — I love him, I do, Merlin, I can’t — ” She starts to cry in earnest, muffling sobs into her hands.
Merlin rubs his hand along her spine in an attempt to comfort her. It’s okay, Summer. This can be fixed. You’ll see. He smiles reassuringly. I’ll tell him that, and I’ll make sure to clear this up.
She nods, rubbing at her face. “Oh, Merlin, what am I going to do if I’ve screwed this up? He’s so … and the way he smiles … and his eyes … ” She buries her face in his shoulder and sobs into his green scarf.
He wraps his other arm around her and pulls her a bit closer. Summer, most people would take the news that the person they love loves them back as good news. I’m assuming Mordred will react similarly, and if he doesn’t, then he should at least try to understand if he feels for you the way you said he does.
“He looked so broken,” she whispers, turning to press her hot face against Merlin’s throat. “I couldn’t bear to lose him, Merlin. Please be right.”