sometimes moving isn't terrible

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[Making room for most of Arthur's stuff is easier than Eames anticipated. He actually has a lot of space in his home that's not being used for much except storing one or two things, and it's easy enough to use the space more economically. He even floats the idea of converting the shed into an office for him, but it's a big undertaking, they can talk about it some other time.]

[By the time evening comes around, he thinks they've pretty much done it. There's probably some rearranging to be done, but it seems like an 'as and when' kind of thing. In the meantime, Eames comes to find Arthur with a bundle of his towels in his hands — obviously distracted on his way to pack them in the bathroom — and smiles tiredly when he sees him.]

How's it going?

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[Arthur may not be physically done with the unpacking, but he sure is mentally done with it, as proven by his waffling over what to do with these specific books in this specific box. They go on the shelf in front of him, that is for sure, but the order is unclear to him and he's actually been flipping through them more than he's actually been putting them away.]

[He looks up and smiles back at Eames, setting the book in his hand back down in the box.]

It's good. Honestly, I think everything that's left can wait until tomorrow.

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Good.

[Eames sets the towels down on the table so he can walk over to Arthur and put his hands on his hips.]

I was thinking about ordering in some Indian.

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[Arthur makes a sound to indicate that he thinks that's a very good idea, bringing his arms up around Eames' neck loosely.]

Low effort sounds good. I hate moving.

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[Eames steps a little closer, slipping his hands around Arthur to lock them together at the small of his back.]

Well as a reward for all your hard work today, why don't you go sit down and get comfortable while I get us something to drink and order the food?

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[Arthur's feeling a lot of affection for Eames today, so he'll just have to excuse him while he leans in to nose for a kiss.]

That sounds perfect.

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[Eames hums softly into the kiss, smiling still as he nudges Arthur toward the couch and regretfully disentangles himself to go get something from the kitchen. It feels like a beer kind of evening, so he'll bring back a pair of those.]

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[Arthur collapses onto the couch with a sigh, closing his eyes until Eames gets back with the beer.]

Thanks.

[Now come down here so he can cuddle up.]

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[Eames does exactly that, sitting himself down against the arm of the couch so he can jostle Arthur back against his chest.]

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[Arthur goes happily, sighing again when he's settled back against Eames' chest.]

I keep thinking I should go home at some point.

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[Eames lazily puts an arm around him and noses a little into his hair.]

Well I've got good news for you.

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[Arthur hums happily.]

You sure you don't regret this yet?

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You haven't even moved in properly yet. [he laughs a little] Give it a couple of days, when you're usually out of my hair.

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[Another sigh.]

You just let me know.

[He's genuinely still worried about this even though they've talked it over 800 times.]

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[Eames squeezes Arthur a little tighter in response.]

Look, I'm anticipating a few arguments but that's not exactly new for us.

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Yeah.

[Arthur still doesn't sound completely convinced.]

It's just been a long time since I lived with anyone.

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Me too.

[Eames sighs softly and presses his face a little more into Arthur's hair for a moment.]

Just think about how much time we can spend like this without you having to worry about getting home.

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Mm.

[That does sound nice. If it's possible Arthur sinks further into Eames' chest and closes his eyes. Something's still telling him not to treat this like a permanent move but he knows that must just be his nerves talking.]

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[Eames smiles and puts his beer down so he can wrap both arms around Arthur, holding him a little tight like he feels like he needs and just quietly enjoying having him here. The fights will happen, moments of having to readjust how he operates in his home to accommodate Arthur, but this is worth all of them.]

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[Arthur brings his hand up to Eames' forearm and rubs back and forth in wordless thanks. He tilts his head up a little like he'd try and look at Eames if he weren't so pinned down.]

Did you order the food?

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Yeah. It'll be about an hour.

[plenty of time for cuddlin]

[specifiercity]

Okay.

[He lets the silence settle for a moment, still rubbing his hand back and forth on Eames' arm.]

So how long has it been since you lived with someone?

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[The question catches him a little off, and Eames laughs.]

God, I don't know. Fifty years?

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Hm.

[hm indeed.]

That's not as long as I thought it would be.

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If it helps, it was less because I wanted to and more because she got evicted.

[kinda hard to say 'no I do not want to live with you' under those circumstances]

[specifiercity]

Was she a girlfriend?

[It sounds like such a juvenile word but Arthur doesn't know what else to use.]