[Arthur's voice helps tether Eames to the here and now and he sits up slowly, pushing his hands through his hair. He's still panting softly, still a little out of it, but he can calm down. He's okay.]
[He's okay.]
[The realisation that he's awake and Arthur's here hits him just as suddenly as waking up, and he starts to laugh.]
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[He's okay.]
[The realisation that he's awake and Arthur's here hits him just as suddenly as waking up, and he starts to laugh.]
Holy shit.