The room fell into a comfortable lull, the only sounds being the occasional hum of a car passing outside and the soft ticking of the clock on the wall.
Nathan, now fully settled in, draped an arm over the back of the couch, shifting slightly to face Merlin.
"You know," Nathan mused, "This is the first time I've ever been in your space, and you haven't tried to run away yet."
Merlin didn't look up from his phone. "Yet."
Nathan chuckled. "You're seriously allergic to social interaction, aren't you?"
Merlin didn't respond, still scrolling through his screen with an expression so blank it was almost impressive. Nathan sighed dramatically, leaning his head back against the couch.
"You should talk to people more," Nathan continued, tapping his fingers against the fabric. "I mean, I get that you're all broody and mysterious or whatever, but I'm telling you, it's gonna be a problem someday."
Merlin finally glanced at him, his expression unreadable. "And why's that?"
