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and you know me
[Eames doesn't know how to feel about things. He never does after this. It's... Easier than it used to be. He doesn't know why. Maybe it's just a matter of trust, but there's other issues, ones that get louder every time. Because he can't ignore that this is part of him anymore, and neither can Arthur.]
[He doesn't want to focus too much on what Arthur must think, but he can't shake it. He lays on the bed, ignoring various aches and pains, trying not to look at Arthur.]
[He doesn't want to focus too much on what Arthur must think, but he can't shake it. He lays on the bed, ignoring various aches and pains, trying not to look at Arthur.]

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I'm sorry for starting a fight.
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Sometimes it's what we need.
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I wish it wasn't.
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I'll take this over sitting on it silently for a decade until we snap and kill eachother.
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You're so gorgeous.
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You're right about that.
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[He noses for a kiss.]
It's hard to narrow it down.
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Don't pressure yourself to keep the list short.
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You're just... fucking hot.
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Okay, okay. I'll let you stop.
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[There's a teasing glint in his eye and he pats Arthur's chest, definitely challenging him to keep going.]
Don't let me stop you, in that case.
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Okay, okay.
[Stop now.]
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And maybe just a little bit heavy.
[His legs are falling asleep they should relocate.]
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You should get some rest.
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Yeah, I guess I should. Are you gonna stay here?
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[Which is fine by him, he can come keep an eye on things when Arthur's properly asleep.]
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[He knows Eames was just sleeping so he might not want to lay back down. He could certainly use the company though.]
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Come on. Let's tuck you in.
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