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The young soldiers head snapped up from his knees, startled by the sudden intrusion, quickly wiping his eyes – although he doubted it would matter. No one could tell the difference between water and tears. “N-nothing, why?”
“You know, while you were gone, Merlin and I went through so much ice cream,” she says, apparently irrelevantly. “He missed you so much, and I don’t think he felt like anyone else really understood that. He would just talk, about anything, and I would listen.” She steps past him, and shuts off the water. “If he could talk to me, you can too.” The last words are quiet in the sudden silence, and Summer sits on the edge of the tub.
For some reason, that fact seemed to calm him, but not enough. “That’s probably why he got sick, idiot,” he mutters, pushing his hair back from his face. At her comment about Merlin talking to him he lifts his gaze, his look hardening. “I’m not Merlin, just in case you haven’t noticed, Summer. I don’t talk.”
“Then maybe it’s time you started. You’re not him. You lock things up inside, pretend to everyone that things are fine and nothing bothers you, and then you do this. Please tell me you at least talk to Merlin. You can’t keep going on like this.” She tugs the shower curtain for emphasis.