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“But…” Merlin trailed off. Arthur’s words made a kind of sense and immediately, especially given the differences in room size, not to mention Arthur’s pension for stubbornness, Merlin knew they’d move into Arthur’s room. It wasn’t a terrible loss. But.
But.
“…What will we do with the other room?” My room, Merlin thought a little helplessly. “And um, who decides which bed to keep? Can both of our entire bedrooms even fit into one? Are you asking us to move?” Merlin finally realized, torn between awe and incredulity.
“We’ll figure it out,” Arthur shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant, trying to seem as though he wasn’t worried about Merlin saying no, saying they were moving too fast, saying he didn’t want this, didn’t want Arthur like that, not now, anyway.
(Which was ridiculous because technically they were already living together, but, well.)
“Which bed is more comfortable? That’s the one we’ll keep. And if we rearrange things accordingly, we can absolutely make everything fit into one room. Obviously I’m not suggesting we move move because this is still our home, Merlin, and I don’t want to leave all the memories we’ve made here together, I’m just suggesting we do the logical thing here.
It makes sense, yeah? Unless there’s some other reason you don’t want to move into one room together?”
