No Hands Had Ever Been So Gentle, Nor So Deadly (слэш)

“You really came. It wasn’t a dream,” Arthur eventually whispers, and he sounds so, so fragile.
Merlin has a hard time breathing, and it’s not because of Arthur’s weight; the thought that none of this would’ve happened if not for him hasn’t left him alone all night. It’s all the more tangible with Arthur clinging to the shreds of his composure.
“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice cracking with how much he means it.