Room 407, Sunday Morning

[bigdamndestiny]

The thing about not allowing hormones to control you normally meant when they did surge past that, you weren't exactly sure how to handle them. And you did utterly stupid things.

Merlin remembered this upon waking up with a start.

"Arthur!" There was a pause before. "...a mouse?"

[[OOC: For anyone who would need to see him this morning]]