He bit his lip. He'd moved away, what did that mean? He took another step towards the bed, moving hesitantly. Merlin looked nervous, but not scared, he didn't think.
Arthur found himself looking more closely at him - his eyes; the ridiculous hair; his long, lithe limbs and especially his hands. He licked his lips. He liked Merlin's hands. He liked everything about Merlin. More than liked. Actually, even the bloody ears were endearing, in a way. He swore under his breath. How had he not known this? What else had he missed about Merlin?
He closed his eyes, sighing slightly. "Merlin," he said, his voice softer now. He dropped to his knees beside the bed and leaned in. This time it was almost a plea. "Merlin..."