Arthur didn’t know which of them moved first, and it didn’t matter. Merlin threw his arms around Arthur’s neck, Arthur wound his free arm around Merlin’s waist.
He was so thin. Arthur could feel Merlin’s ribs through his glove, the jut of Merlin’s hip through the heavy equipment belt.
But it was Merlin. Safe and alive and once again in his arms.
Arthur didn’t know how long they stood there, unmoving, barely breathing, sharing body heat that Merlin needed far more than Arthur. The heavy scruff of Merlin’s cheek scratched against Arthur’s ear.
Arthur tightened his hold to keep Merlin from pulling away, but Merlin only leaned back, his fingers touching Arthur’s cheek through the scarf, tugging it down.
The kiss was pure bliss.