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Arthur sobs and shakes without tears and accepts the cup of tea that Morgana brings silently.
He can’t help but wonder if she’d put a doze of laxative into this cup if she knew what he’s decided to do.
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In the end it’s easier to accomplish than to nick a candy from a baby’s hand. He calls his father to talk for a minute and a half and calls Percival to leave a message on his answerphone and gives Morgana a to do list and packs whatever personal items he keeps in the office into a plastic bag and makes several more phone calls to arrange and to confirm and to instruct and to order.
He feels strangely numb again, even number than that day which he spent looking at the door of the operating room and not thinking of what he’d do if Merlin doesn’t make it. Funny, though, it never occurred to him then to ask nimself what he’d do if Merlin does make it essentially but still not quite.
He leaves work early, tail between his legs, fear and disgust and exhaustion lumpy in his chest and the plastic bag plus the briefcase in hand. A taxi is waiting to take him to the airport.
When the pretty stewardess demands that the mobiles are turned off he complies. His finger is a millimetre away from the button when the whole phone shudders in his unpleasantly sweaty palm and Merlin’s name and photo pop out on the screen.
Arthur looks at the photo for good thirty seconds memorizing Merlin’s face with his tongue stuck out and his eyes shining with fondness and then turns the phone off to never turn it on again.
At least that’s what he plans to do or, rather, not to do.
The plane takes off and Arthur doesn’t know how it could do that with such burdensome excess baggage as his guilt. Modern machines are indeed so perfect that they resemble magic.
He sleeps through most of his journey and his dreams are dark and empty and dusty like old attics.
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Oh and Arthur will hurt even more that's one thing I can promise for sure *smirks*
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