Merlin breathed deep and shook his head with a questioning little 'hmm?', as though he were waking from a deep sleep, moving somewhere between a squirm and a wince as Zach's fingers flexed against his stomach.
"I'm sorry... where are we going?" he asked, loud enough for Zach to hear, divorced somewhat from the last five minutes.
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