Arthur felt an odd sort of jolt when Merlin tugged him forward. Though it probably had more to do with his words. He dug his heels in and stopped, standing beside the bed and looking at Merlin. "Do I?" he asked lightly.
That was the question, though, wasn't it? Did he like Merlin? Well, he knew he liked him, of course, but ... did he like him? He'd tried to put it out of his mind, but it had been at the back of his mind since the conversation with Bush the other day.