I don't own Merlin. (in this case BBC does.)
Read at your own discretion.
Gwaine and Arthur sat beside the fire; Merlin had fallen asleep, but his two brave comrades weren't able to join him.
"Can't sleep?" Arthur said, prodding at the fire with a stick.
"Too much on my mind, I suppose," Gwaine replied.
"Me too," Arthur said.
"It seems you and I have something in common," Gwaine said, pointing through the fire at Merlin's sleeping form.
"I'm not certain I know what you're talking about," Arthur said.
"Of course not," Gwaine said, winking. "You got there first. I won't overstep my bounds."
"I really don't know what you mean," Arthur said.
"Are you kidding?" Gwaine laughed, "I see the way you two stare at each other. You're not very secretive."
"Oh please, Merlin doesn't stare at me," Arthur replied, Gwaine grinned, but there was a flash of pain behind his warm smile.
"Yes," he said, "he does. If I were you, I wouldn't hesitate a imoment/i."
"Then why don't you go for it?" Arthur asked, "Why are you telling me to?"
"Because Merlin stares at iyou/i," Gwaine replied. "Not me."
"I'm not good for him," Arthur said. "I can't ask him to- to give up everything for me."
"He would," Gwaine said.
Arthur said nothing and prodded the fire thoughtfully.
"Just something to think about," Gwaine said, getting up and leaving Arthur alone with his thoughts.