Merlin put his hands in his pockets, watching his shoes and wishing that he could hate his parents which immediately made him feel guilty. He hated his name and that didn't help the guilt. "Yeah, well." he said, and now he was looking at his shoes. He'd move on but he didn't feel like he could because this little interaction was his fault.
He gave the offered hand a wary look and reached out to shake it. "Hallo Zacharias Smith." he said, but felt something when he said that, something that made him feel confused and a little afraid.