Magnus is surprised, at first, by Galahad's laughter, and then he starts laughing, too, a full-bellied sort of release. The stress of the day is draining out of him at last, between the marathon cuddle session and his best friend's joy, the dull dread of picking up his sword again settling somewhere off-screen, in his mind. He knocks his head against Galahad's shaking shoulder, feeling the smile stretch across his own face.
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