sometimes moving isn't terrible

[falsify]

[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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[specifiercity]

I'm naked laying on top of you and you're gonna use the word cute.

[He is shaking his head before he lays it back down on Eames' chest. Shaking it in dismay.]

[falsify]

I said it was for lack of a better word.

[so you can't judge]

[specifiercity]

Sure.

[Arthur's not actually mad but one has to admit it's a ridiculous word.]

[falsify]

And you feel great in my arms.

[a definite positive quality]

[specifiercity]

That feeling is mutual.

[falsify]

I should hope so. Otherwise you've got an uncomfortable time ahead of you.

[Eames fully intends to capitalise on the time he has to lay on Arthur all the time now.]