"I'm sure Merlin will appreciate it." He pauses. "The Merlin I know. Merlin…I guess this Merlin might appreciate it too."

Now that Allen's taken most of his blanket away, Gwaine rubs his arms and stands up. Oliver raises his head, but doesn't abandon the couch. Running his hands through his hair, he strolls into the kitchen. Maybe the walking will help keep him warm. Or he'll find something warm to drink.