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Arthur stared at him with enough scrutiny that he began to feel like a strategic map laid out upon a table, or an opposing army standing upon the plain.
“Sorry?” he said again, out of reflex.
It earned him a raised eyebrow and exasperated sigh. “Only you could apologize for stopping time as if you were saying you’re sorry for knocking over a chamber pot. Now get up. I want breakfast.”
Merlin watched him stand, thinking that only Arthur could yell at him for stopping time and then tell him to fetch breakfast in the same breath. (c)