Private to Merlin.

[stayandgloat]

Look, whether or not you remember who and what you are yet, I need you to come to my room and take Schrodingers letter off my desk for me. If I touch it I'm opening it, and...

Whatever the hell he wants to say to me, I don't want to hear it.

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Private

[takeyouapart]

I'd have guessed you would have been Rupert. Who's Schrodinger?

I remember. Most of it. You're a prat for telling me Arthur was here, by the way. Never mind the stuff about me being a little bit

Are you sure you don't want to read it? It might be good.

Private

[stayandgloat]

Well it's not as though you were taking particularly well to the truth, were you?

Merlin, this is not a man who I haven't seen for months, he's been around, and his disapproval has at times been tangible. I don't need to read a letter full of his preaching at me. Besides, If I don't open it? Then it's definitely good.

Private

[takeyouapart]

...

Alright, I'll take it.

So do you want me to just, I don't know...burn it, or just look after it?