Understood

Harry Hart with cabin fever is the very worst kind of Harry Hart. Inactivity bores him stupid, and being bored makes him a fucking bear to live with: he's moody and snappish over the littlest things, easily frustrated. It seems like at least five times a week he strides off to shut himself in his study with his fists clenched and some nasty remark trapped tight behind his pressed lips. On good days, at least. On tough days the words hang in the air behind him when he leaves, waiting to be apologised for later when he calms down.On even worse days he's not angry at all. When Merlin comes home from the shop one Tuesday he closes the front door behind himself and Harry's there immediately, reaching for Merlin's belt buckle to unfasten it and draw the leather out from his trouser loops. He folds it in half, hands it to Merlin, and quietly, beseechingly says, "Please."