ruffians | it's really not that bad

[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.]

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Not specifically.

[He cants his head in thought.]

I've got stuff to do, but I'm not in a rush.

[Arthur slouches down and resists the urge to rest his head on Eames' shoulder.]

I'll make some breakfast if you want.

[Eames turns his head to nose at Arthur's hair.]

I'd love that.

[Okay that's nice. Arthur leans into that a little bit and then just decides to give in and lay his head on Eames' shoulder.]

Okay, in a bit.

[He means after his first cup of coffee has fully hit his bloodstream.]

[Eames makes a noise of vague understanding and continues nosing at Arthur between sips.]

[Arthur enjoys this until his coffee is gone, and then he excuses himself to go put on some clothes and head out to the kitchen to get some breakfast going.]

[Eames stays put a little longer, and then elects to grab his pants and his underwear and go get a shower. It's probably gonna take a little bit longer than Arthur's though.]

[Arthur's in no big rush - it's just bacon, eggs, and toast but he's taking his time to get it right. He's making his way through another cup of coffee as he cooks.]

[About 20 minutes later, Eames comes out and comes into the kitchen, immediately helping himself to a fresh cup of coffee while he has a look at what Arthur's doing.]

[Arthur looks up from what he's doing and smiles affectionately.]

How are all your cuts and bruises looking?

Not too bad. Should heal up okay.

[He looks at his arm idly as he speaks and shrugs a shoulder.]

All easy to hide too, which is nice.

[He certainly looks a lot better than when Arthur came home yesterday and found him, but that's a thought Arthur will keep to himself. He just hums in agreement. He's already almost done with breakfast so he wraps up and serves the food, taking the plates over to his table and sitting down.]

[Eames follows him to the table and sits down, extremely happy to be eating. God he loves food.]

[Arthur doesn't bother speaking much throughout breakfast, mentally reviewing all the things he has to get done on his day off.]

[Eames gets through his food relatively quickly, he still has a lot of energy to get back, and leans forward on his elbows with his coffee cupped in both hands. Doing much the same, going over what he needs to get done.]

[Arthur clears their plates and comes back with a refill on his coffee.]

Do you need anything washed before you go?

Nah.

[He shakes his head and smiles at Arthur.]

[He smiles back, corner of his mouth curlying wryly.]

I guess I should put the sheets on.

[Eames huffs a laugh and nods.]

You made a bit of a mess.

[Arthur lets out a laugh and raises his eyebrow as he stands back up. Might as well start on this laundry now - he has no idea when Eames is going to leave and he doesn't want to rush him out but it is his day off and he's gotta get some shit done.]

It was a joint effort.

[He's going back to his room bye Eames.]

[Eames follows into the bedroom a few minutes later because all his stuff is there, grabbing his shirt from wherever it ended up.]

I should head off.

[Arthur's stripping down the bed but he looks up at Eames when he comes in.]

Yeah, alright.

[Eames puts his shirt on and his shoes, about to just grab his bag and leave before he thinks better of it.]

Hey.

[Come here he wants to talk.]

[Arthur raises his eyebrow and comes over, kinda assuming Eames wants a kiss or something.]

What's up?

[He does, because he always wants a kiss, but moreover he wants Arthur to know he appreciates everything.]

Thanks for all this.

[And that's all he intends to say on the topic.]

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