Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

The investigation (part 4)

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"What are we gonna do now?"
Gwaine leaned back in his chair, his phone in Leon's hand still running the video.
He hadn't noticed until now, but the therapist looked really, really tired at the News.

There were shadows underneath his eyes. His cheeks almost hollow, though it may be a trick of the light. He definitely hadn't looked like this when they came here.
He had been much more relaxed and content with his job.

"What do you mean, what are we gonna do? This has nothing to do with us.", Percival was still watching the video.

Eventually, Leon passed the phone on to Percival, before he stood up and still Percival couldn't advert his eyes from the video.

"What do you mean, this has nothing to do with us? We are literally the reincarnations of knights! That man is king Arthur! I wanna go there and watch him marry the oldest man alive."

"Technically, I'm older.", Leon muttered, but he was ignored.

"Gwaine, even if this were true -"

"It is true!", Gwaine said, but the doubt remained in Percival's expression, despite the evidence.

"But -"

"It's true and it's funny as hell, Percy!"

At this point, Sir Leon stood still and watched as the two lovebirds argued about whether or not to trust the video.

It is a wild thing to watch people who love each other fight over such small things.
The first impression can completely betray you. What seems like a fight at first, turned into a fun conversation almost a second later.
And for Leon, he needed a moment to realize that the two were not seriously fighting with each other.

He could tell there was an understanding between them. Between Percival and Gwaine.
An understanding that leaves their minds open to express their opinions, no matter how vastly different, however unimportant they may seem.

There is no holding back. No lies. No attempt to deny the truth, just because it might please the other.
It is an understanding that is true in nature. An understanding that has little to do with ill intend. And is the furthest thing from a break up.
Such a relationship, such an understanding is rare. Or rather, people often mistake real fights with such harmless banter.
What they had was build on trust and love, rather than desire, even if it seems the opposite.
The insistence on their opinion was playful. With a complete lack of anxiety.

For them, it is okay to speak out of term, because they know the other. They know that the other knows how it is meant, if they misjudge their tone.
It's the opposite of miscommunication.
It is the very best a relationship can offer. No matter what the nature of that relationship is.

"We should go there.", Leon said finally, when their banter dared to dance around the actual topic.

"I agree.", Gwaine nodded eagerly.

"Even if we did go there now. Where even are they? That looks an awful lot like an old castle.", Percival argued.

"I know exactly where they are. The castle of Camelot stands in the middle of central London."
The explanation made Gwaine and Percival turn to him with raised questions.

"Central London? There is no such castle."

"It's protected. People usually think it's a hotel."

"Oh.", Gwaine nodded seriously. Yet amused, like this was the best day of his life.