[He wasn't expecting this kind of kiss, and it almost makes Eames laugh. A much more significant part of him just melts into it with a soft exhale, resting his hands and locking his fingers together at the small of Arthur's back. He almost wishes they were at home so they could spend a while just doing this, and when he pulls away he's reticent to move more than the space he needs to be able to speak, soft and quiet.]
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I love you.