[Arthur drags himself up off the bed, starting to take off his clothes and realizing with an unhappy grunt just how ripe he smells. His brain's still not totally switched on yet so he's mostly focusing on navigating to the shower and not on anything else like how he desperately wants to hold Eames and tell him how important he is or any of that. Nope, just don't hit any of the ship architecture on the way toward running water.]
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