[text to: magic hands] yeah. now to figure out how … know anybody who just wants no-strings-attached sex?
[text: gingy ging ging] wish i did. but im too much of a loner. i dont have any friends other than everyone who lives here.
[text to: magic hands] just get over here
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“Who are you texting?” Summer waves the spoon perilously close to Merlin’s phone screen. “Should I pause the movie?”
Merlin simply dropped his phone, learning against his friend. “… A guy got through the gates at the base…” He simply whispered, shutting his eyes. “He had a bomb strapped to him.. It went off.. Oh Gods…”
She paused the movie, hurriedly, and put her arm around him. “Hey. Hey. Morrie’s okay. He’s … a little pain, he’s very busy. Very concentrated. He’s okay, though.”
He curled against her, tears sliding out of his eyes. “… He got hit. Oh Gods, oh Gods…” Merlin took in a deep breath, trying to calm down, trying to stay strong. Because Mordred was going to be okay. He knew it.
But he couldn’t shake the worry.
“Yes, I know. Shhh. He’s fine, I swear, I promise, he’s fine, he’s just very very busy right now.” Summer shook Merlin a little. “Hey. Breathe.”