Merlin wanted to run away. He wanted to get away from this boy and this bed and this place where he was gently being seduced into giving away his secrets, making himself vulnerable. The worst part about it was that apart from a slight wince when he felt Zach move towards him he didn't protest; he allowed the skitter of fingers over his jawline and looked up without struggling and once he had he was stuck.
"I don't want to be trapped." he said, his voice soft as though it hurt him to reveal these parts of himself. "I don't want to... connect to someone because if-" Because when "-things go bad I won't be able to get away." He'd proved that once already; there were only so many places he could run to.