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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?”
“Uh-huh.” Summer bends a very sceptical look on him. “Mordred Lot, if you don’t start telling me the truth you are going to regret it.” She reaches up and wipes away a drop from his cheek, then licks it. “You normally bathe in salt water?”
A frown etches itself into his forehead as she reaches out and touches his face. “Cleans my pores” he murmurs, looking away from her again, not having reached up to turn the water off yet.
“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.