[It's nice. Almost enough to make Eames forget how there's a constant panic in the pit of his stomach and his whole body hurts and he's still green. He pretends not to flinch sometimes when he catches sight of his hand on Arthur's chest or face, ignores every moment he wants to kiss Arthur and can't bring himself to do it like this.]
[Amazing to think it's only been a couple of days.]
[When the inhibitors wear off, he's asleep. Eames' body works on autopilot, taking care of the worst of his injuries on its own. So maybe it's the surprise of being able to comfortably breathe through his nose again that wakes Eames up. He notices the lack of pain immediately, kinda hard not to, and rushes off to get to a mirror. As if he could possibly have forgotten what it feels like to be himself, but the visual confirmation is like the rush after a successful job. Like he's indestructible and he can do anything.]
[So naturally the first thing he does is look for Arthur, calling his name as he rishes around to find him without even bothering to get dressed or anything.]
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[Amazing to think it's only been a couple of days.]
[When the inhibitors wear off, he's asleep. Eames' body works on autopilot, taking care of the worst of his injuries on its own. So maybe it's the surprise of being able to comfortably breathe through his nose again that wakes Eames up. He notices the lack of pain immediately, kinda hard not to, and rushes off to get to a mirror. As if he could possibly have forgotten what it feels like to be himself, but the visual confirmation is like the rush after a successful job. Like he's indestructible and he can do anything.]
[So naturally the first thing he does is look for Arthur, calling his name as he rishes around to find him without even bothering to get dressed or anything.]