[Charles noticed the familiar presence approaching long before Merlin had actually gotten on deck. He still wasn't going much deeper than surface level, telepathically, (he'd more or less learned by now to ask permission first) but he still picks up on his friend's general cloud of troubling thoughts.
So he glances over when it's more or less alright to admit he'd noticed him, but still doesn't entirely pull away from the gentle mental contact.]
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So he glances over when it's more or less alright to admit he'd noticed him, but still doesn't entirely pull away from the gentle mental contact.]
Merlin. It's good to see you.