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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?”
“It’s exactly that that makes me think it.” She rubs her hands together, fingers twisting and knotting around each other. “You can only carry so much. One day you’ll break. You think you have to be strong and alone and not tell anyone, that you’ll seem weak if you let anyone else see, but that’s not how it works. The hardest thing is letting someone in. I’m just saying, it doesn’t have to be me, but someone. Merlin. You love him, you trust him.”
Please don’t let me fail someone else.
He tongued his cheek, removing the towel from his head. “I can handle it, thank you, Summer,” he tells her, “if I need help I’ll talk, not before.”
“Because I didn’t just find you crying in the shower,” she snaps, throwing up her hands. “And clearly not for the first time. For fuck’s sake, Mordred! Just — god!” She wants to say more, but frustration robs her of the words. Instead she whacks a fist against the wall and stalks out.