Merlin's fucking beard she was a stubborn one, wasn't she? There was the Irish heritage they'd talked about. "Yeah well, people do stupid shit for those they care about. Rules get bent to make the other person happy without thinking of the repercussions beforehand, because at the time they don't matter. Nothing matters until reality slaps you in the face and all of a sudden it's very important," He was simmering now, trying to bring the boil down from high heat.

"There's a huge fucking difference between letters nobody else sees and real life Fallon, Merlin's beard, be reasonable for a damn minute." He wanted to point out that she hadn't been complaining about his visits either, but thought better of it.