[Arthur's absolutely fine with all of that, and when Eames lays down he puts his hand on his cheek and smiles back down at him affectionately. They spend the rest of the night like that, just laying together and talking about nothing too heavy. It's nice.]
[The next night, Arthur doesn't bother beating around the bush about it. He wakes up and gets some blood and some coffee in him and sits down at the table already looking a little bit tired about all of this.]
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[The next night, Arthur doesn't bother beating around the bush about it. He wakes up and gets some blood and some coffee in him and sits down at the table already looking a little bit tired about all of this.]