Galahad wants to shout at him. He wants to tell Magnus, I trust you. Please stop hiding things from me. Please stop pretending you don't have anything to say. Please just talk. I always listen to you. Please let me listen. Please stop making me afraid I don't understand you -- I do understand you. I know everything is wrong since Shen Yuan died. It was wrong with Claudius, too, and there wasn't anything I could do except make him eat and sleep and wait for something to change. You aren't letting me do anything for you, and that makes it worse. You're my best friend. Please let me do something to make it easier.

He remembers when Claudius came to him in his old room, when he was trying to die. He remembers how Claudius kept talking, guessing what he was feeling, blaming himself, and how Galahad tried to absolve him because that was all he knew how to do. He remembers Magnus talking to him outside by the lake.

Suddenly it felt like someone was tightening a belt around my chest so I couldn't breathe. Being outside helped. Finding a place that feels... wild, and green, and fresh. Putting my head in the lap of someone safe and having them stroke my hair.

Carefully, Galahad reaches down for Magnus' hand and curls their fingers together. "Let's go outside."