For some reason, most likely having something to do with the alcohol-induced haze, Merlin found this statement hilarious. He giggled and poked Arthur's stomach as they walked. "You're the one who's being noisy!"
"I am NEVER noisy, Merlin, you know this." He caught Merlin's hand before it escaped back to his pocket and lifted it upward to inspect in the light of the orange lamps. "Odd. I think we're going the wrong way."
"You are!" he argued. "You're going-- crunchcrunchcrunch! And your voice is loud." He tilted his head and followed Arthur's gaze to his hand. "My hand is telling you we're going the wrong way?"
"No, that is." Arthur pointed at the graveyard with a laugh. They hadn't strayed from the main pathway fast enough, that was for certain. They would shortly exit the park altogether if they weren't careful. "Your hand is telling me you're cold. Are you cold, Merlin? Do I need to warm you up?"
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