it's really not that bad

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[Sometimes jobs go wrong, that's just a fact of life. No amount of planning can account for random strokes of luck, little things in life that just happen. Eames may not be the most stringent when it comes to these things, but he doubts any amount of forethought could plan for a security guard getting milk in his coffee instead of soy and sticking around an extra fifteen minutes. It's kind of amazing how some random guy being lactose intolerant can undo a week's work.]

[Maybe it's his own fault, maybe he got too cocky, too sure he could handle a job like this on his own. Eames would say he's probably one of the best, but even the best out there has problems when it comes to a guard coming out of the bathroom unexpectedly and alerting every other guard in the building before Eames manages to knock him out.]

[At least he had the foresight to wear a mask.]

[The protocol for this kind of thing is always the same at least. Get out, get gone, make sure you're not being tailed before you go to ground. Eames makes it out through a window and hops the fence, in the back of his mind it reminds him of when he was young, and with the adrenaline rush it's actually a little fun.]

[When he was young he didn't have the money or the experience to be able to dump his car and switch to another once he's confident he's not being followed. Guards like that don't tend to leave the premises, but one can never be too sure. He sits at the wheel for a little bit, ostensibly to get his head together, but he's in a bit of a state. He knows he needs to get somewhere he feels safe enough to regroup, and that's how he ends up letting himself in Arthur's bedroom window and passing out on his bed as soon as the adrenaline wears off. There's a little blood, he probably looks like a mess, but it's all superficial. Mostly he's just exhausted.]

Comments

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[He's not worried about that in the least, honestly he's certain the only person who'll ever know he was here is Arthur. He just feels bad that this situation is something Arthur has to deal with on both sides of things now.]

[But hey, beer.]

I'd love one.

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[Arthur nods sharply and gets up to get Eames his beer, closing his laptop. He's not really sure where to go from here - they're not going to sleep together but he doesn't want Eames to go.]

[He puts the bottle down in front of Eames and goes backto his seat.]

I got the first aid kit out if you wanted to bandage any of those cuts.

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Should be okay.

[He sighs, looking at his arm with a frown. It's started to dry up at this point.]

None of them are deep or anything.

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[Arthur takes a deep breath and leans back in his chair, fighting against his detective instincts. The corner of his mouth twitches but he shakes his head and raises an eyebrow at Eames.]

I don't wanna ask you what happened.

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But you do at the same time, right?

[He gets it, if anything he sounds a little amused when he asks, and leans back in his seat.]

There weren't supposed to be any guards on that floor, didn't occur to me to check the bathroom. So I had to cut things short.

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[Arthur snorts, almost a little insulted.]

I had that much figured out.

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That's the important part really.

[Eames shrugs a shoulder, unsure what else Arthur would want to know.]

It could've been pretty bad, but mostly it was just... Messy. [S I G H. He's pretty annoyed about it.] I got out of there before the others came up, but that was only because I can handle a rough landing getting out a window or over a fence.

[Hence the scrapes and bruises on his arms and legs.]

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You jumped out a window.

[He can't help reviewing the crime scene in his head, trying to retrace Eames' steps and trying to figure out which window, which fence. It doesn't matter because he'll never tell anyone, but he supposes the natural inclination to want to know is why he likes his job in the first place. He shakes his head to dismiss it.]

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Fastest way out.

[Makes perfect sense to him.]

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And then... you came here.

[He's not asking Eames to fill in the blanks; he's more curious as to where they go from here.]

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[Eames nods in confirmation, a little unsure what Arthur's looking for here. Honestly if anything he's concerned, worried Arthur's annoyed or mad or something. It's not like that would be unwarranted, he shouldn't have come here, but he's here now.]

[He puts his beer down and moves to stand, looking back toward the bathroom where his clothes are. He should go.]

I'll, um... I can leave. [He clears his throat awkwardly.] I should probably secure an alibi or something anyway.

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[Ah, he's been too cold. He hates when he does this, forcing himself to backtrack and be almost painfully honest.]

I don't want you to leave.

[He looks at the door to the bedroom.]

You probably need rest more than an alibi right now.

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[Eames hesitates, standing there uncomfortably while he considers that. Rest sounds really good right about now, but. Well, there isn't really a but, aside from Eames' general feeling that he should get out of Arthur's hair. He tries for a bit of wryness in his tone and expression, a light smirk to hide how uncharacteristically awkward and anxious he's feeling about all of this.]

I did spend the better part of today asleep in your bed.

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[Arthur tilts his head at him, scanning Eames' face trying to determine whether another try is worth it or if Eames is set on leaving. He decides for his own sake it is, at least.]

So, what's a couple more hours?

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... Not much, I guess.

[He pulls a bit of a face, looking down at the table instead of at Arthur.]

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[Arthur stands up from the table and goes to Eames, taking his hand gently and nosing in at his face. He's so uncharacteristically bashful and Arthur wants very much to just be close to him right now. Ideally in bed.]

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[Eames tilts his head, leaning toward Arthur with a soft hum. He's still looking down and frowning gently, but Arthur this close to him is a comfort.]

[Eames lets out a shaky breath and shakes his head.]

I don't know what I'm doing, Arthur. I don't know why I came here..

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[Arthur just noses at Eames' cheek, taking a moment to think before he says anything. His voice comes out soft and deep, just for Eames to hear.]

Probably has something to do with this.

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[Eames lets out another weak sigh and lifts a hand to cup Arthur's cheek, turning his head to seek out Arthur's lips for a kiss. They can go to bed in a minute, he just needs this first.]

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[Arthur obliges him with a kiss that’s nice and slow but firm, trying to be solid and steady because that’s what it seems like Eames needs right now. He lingers for a long moment before he pulls away, leaning in the direction of the bedroom.]

Come on.

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[Eames goes easily, following Arthur to the bedroom and crawls onto the bed with a soft grunt when his shoulder protests. He'll probably be back to himself after some sleep, he just needs to clear his head a bit. Maybe.]

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[Arthur gets into bed and just cuddles up to Eames, ready to take a nice nap and just be there for whatever Eames needs. For some reason that feels really important right now.]

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[Eames turns on his side and cuddles right up too, tucking his head against Arthur's neck and wrapping his arms tightly around Arthur. He sucks in a deep breath and closes his eyes, trying to will himself to sleep.]

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[He grips Eames a little harder at that, feeling like maybe that's what's needed right now. He's not very tired but he'll probably drift off laying here with Eames - his presence in his bed is a comfort in a lot of ways - though not until he hears Eames' breath even out.]

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[Eames mumbles a quiet thanks as he settles, calmed by Arthur's tighter hold on him. He just feels so uncertain, the job going south is whatever, but it's the fact that he came to Arthur instead of going home that has him freaked out. Almost ironic in how desperately he feels like he needs Arthur to make him feel like that's okay.]

[This is good enough, more than that even. It doesn't take long at all for him to fall asleep, it never really does with Arthur, considerably more peaceful once he drifts off.]