[Eames has gotten up for a shower after some early evening cuddling, spent some time marvelling at the lack of bruising left on him when he has a lot of memories of bruises that just wouldn't seem to fade even after a week.]
[He comes back to the bedroom, clean as a whistle and totally nude, sipping some blood as he comes to sit at the edge of the bed near Arthur.]
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[He comes back to the bedroom, clean as a whistle and totally nude, sipping some blood as he comes to sit at the edge of the bed near Arthur.]
Is it strange that I miss the bruises?