[He tucks his face into Oz’s chest, hiding away his smile. The older wizard is sturdy; even if Arthur knows most of his strength lies in his magic, he likes to imagine some of it has bled over to Oz and made him solid and strong physically, too.
But he can’t keep his face pressed into Oz’s shirt forever, and he leans his head back to look up at him.]
I’d rather go with you. I don’t know why I’d have to get their before you, anyways.
[He knows they’ll have to be separated for things like getting dressed, but things like that won’t be happening until the day of…
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But he can’t keep his face pressed into Oz’s shirt forever, and he leans his head back to look up at him.]
I’d rather go with you. I don’t know why I’d have to get their before you, anyways.
[He knows they’ll have to be separated for things like getting dressed, but things like that won’t be happening until the day of…
So why not let him stay with Oz?]