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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?”
“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.
“Not to be rude,” he begins, getting up, wrapping the towel around his waist as he goes, “but it’s none of your business what I do behind closed doors.” Mordred slips past her, walking out into the hall and grabbing another towel, “I’ll do as I please, Merlin doesn’t need to know.”
“You are tearing yourself apart on the inside.” Summer speaks very quietly, because what she wants to do is get up and shake him until he sees sense. “I don’t want to have to come tearing in here one day because you decided it hurt too much to go on.” She sighs, and looks down at her hands. “Look, here’s the thing. I haven’t been there, but I don’t get to choose knowing about you being there. So I know what it’s like.”