“Hello!” Doc takes the momentary distraction of the door opening to make a giant leap out of her arms, tearing off to the kitchen. “Whoops, sorry, that was Doc, don’t mind her. Come in! I’m Summer, I live here now.” Summer knows she’s babbling, but sheer nerves have control over her voice.
She looks the pair over quickly, impressed by the uniform — is it real? It reminds her of her dad, when he would simply put on his hard hat and claim it was a costume for Hallowe’en. She offers a hand to each.
The soldier looks down at her hand before taking it, why? He couldn’t give an answer, he was like that with everyone nowadays. “Mordred,” he tells her, giving her a small smile as he follows Elena in. It was a lovely apartment, however all the apartments in the complex were the same so to him it made really no difference.
He had just finished casting his gaze around when his phone rang and he answered it, a confused look plastered on his face before he laughed. “Wait you’re lost?” Mordred asks, a look of pure amusement on his face, “where are you?” He asks again and this earns him a snap from the man on the other end of the phone. He shook his head, hanging up. “Merlin got lost,” he tells her, “I’ll go get him. Be back soon.” As he had promised Mordred returned around twenty minutes later, Merlin in tow.
Mordred’s grip is strong, but he seems distracted. Summer lifts an eyebrow, glancing at Elena, as the dark-haired man answers the phone, and instantly she senses a change in his attitude — whomever is on the other end of the line, it’s someone important to him.
Very important.
She wants to inquire, but he doesn’t really wait, just pops right back out the door. She breathes a little laugh through her nose and offers Elena a drink, instead. Despite his clear sincerity, she doesn’t expect Mordred’s return at all, and something inside slumps a little at that. It’s a surprise when he comes back, another man with him, equally tall and dark, but slim and more nervous-seeming.
“This is your Merlin, is it?” she asks, smiling.