"I think you should be with Gwaine." Arthur looks like he's dying.
"No," he says, interrupting me, "it makes… sense. You and I, we're not… we just can't. But you and Gwaine, that's actually possible."
"I mean, he comes and goes with the breeze," Arthur continues, "that's the perfect situation for a relationship between two men. If you get found out, you just go where the wind takes you. Somewhere new. You wouldn't be tied down, living a lie. He's better for you."
"And he's a good man," Arthur interrupts me again, he won't let me get a word in edgewise! "A handsome man. He would treat you well. Very well."
"Are you finished selling Gwaine to me?" I finally ask.
"There's one big problem with Gwaine," I say.
"What's that?" Arthur asks, "he's too perfect for you?"
"He's not you."
"You're right!" Arthur protests, "He's better."
I can't help but laugh. "You're selling yourself short. I don't want to travel with the wind. I want to stay here. I want to be with you. Because you're too perfect."
Arthur looks like he doesn't believe me. "I can't offer you the freedom that he-"
"If that freedom means losing you, I don't want it," Merlin says, "you're too precious to me."