there's bullet holes where my compassion used to be

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[Eames, for the most part, is pretty good at avoiding serious injuries, but things happen. People make mistakes, get caught out or outdone. Also weapons are a thing.]

[The upside is that Eames can take a lot of pain. The downside is that he is currently in a lot of pain. Battered and bloody with a few nasty wounds to show for it when he lets himself into Arthur's place. Arthur keeps a first aid kit, he knows that, and moreover he keeps some medical supplies he absolutely should not legally have. He tries to remember where Arthur keeps it, turning to go in his kitchen. Grabbing a sharp-looking knife in one hand as he starts looking through a cupboard he vaguely remembers as storage with little regard for the blood he's leaving everywhere. Calling Arthur's name at the same time to see if he's home.]

Comments

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I'll be completely honest, a lot of my thoughts are still on sex.

[He means it as a joke, even if it obviously has to be true.]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur laughs softly.]

I offered to blow you.

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Mm, but that's not what I want.

[It's not the same at all!!]

[specifiercity]

I know but it's all you can get right now.

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[He shakes his head.]

I'll just have to live without it then.

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[An amused hum rumbles in Arthur's throat.]

Maybe in a few days when you've healed up enough.

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Only maybe?

[He noses at Arthur's jaw fondly.]

How do I improve on those odds?

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[He laughs.]

Just gonna have to be nice to me I guess.

[falsify]

Hm... I guess maybe isn't that bad.

[Isn't he hilarious.]

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[Arthur shakes his head with a soft snort.]

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[Eames laughs softly and lifts his head to kiss Arthur.]

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[Arthur kisses him, making an affectionate noise as he brushes his thumb back and forth on Eames' waist.]

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[Eames hums happily and pulls away just enough to nose at Arthur's face.]

I'm going to go back to sleep.

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[Arthur smiles at the attention.]

That's probably a good idea.

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[He really doesn't want to, but he's so exhausted. There's a fatigue that feels like it'll never be satisfied, so he should probably do something about that or he'll never recover.]

[Eames presses a quick kiss to Arthur's lips and murmurs a soft apology before he moves to lay on his back, because he has the good sense to know that he's just inviting a lot of pain and blood by staying on his side for any length of time.]

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[Arthur lets Eames roll onto his back and settles in close to him on his side. He's not tired enough to fall asleep but he'll stay until Eames does.]

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[it doesn't take him long. He puts an arm around Arthur as best he can, drifting off quickly once he's settled. Probably for most of the day if Arthur doesn't wake him up.]

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[Arthur waits until he's sure Eames is asleep, relaxing a few minutes longer before he slips out of bed to go get some stuff done while Eames rests.]

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[Aside from stirring and groaning every now and then, Eames sleeps well into the late afternoon, maybe even early evening. Pretty much the point where he physically cannot sleep anymore. The first thing he's aware of is just how much he hurts. Like every individual cut and bruise has it in for him. He groans and rolls onto his side, but that hurts even more and he curses in frustration and pain, rolling back to lay on his back and stare at the ceiling with a frown.]

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[Arthur hears Eames curse from the kitchen, where he's investigating takeout menus since it's getting to be that time. He's already made some of the painkiller potion in advance, so he grabs it out of the fridge and brings it into the bedroom with him to check on Eames.]

Evening.

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[Eames looks at Arthur, happy to see him but also just extremely displeased with this entire situation.]

Did I really sleep that long?

[He (carefully) sits up, trying not to make as much noise about it as he wants to.]

[specifiercity]

Well, you needed it.

[He comes over and puts the potion down on the night table for Eames to get to at his leisure.]

It's not that late — I haven't eaten yet.

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[Oh he goes for the potion immediately, Eames absolutely refuses to be in pain if he doesn't have to be. He looks up at Arthur over the rim of the glass on the comment about eating.]

What are you thinking?

[Feed him.]

[specifiercity]

I was thinking shawarma.

[He sits down on the edge of the bed.]

I can grab the menu for you if you want to take a look.

[falsify]

[He shakes his head.]

You decide. I can barely think right now.