"I don't know, I just -- I didn't want this to happen. I wanted us to be normal. I didn't want you to be afraid of me, didn't want you to get drawn into all this."

Only he is now, isn't he? Merlin trails fingers over the soft white petals of the flowers, leans more heavily into Lancelot and takes a steadying breath.

"I'm sorry. I am. It's my fault, not you. I trust you, I do, I was just... scared."