i think i'm losing my grip

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[Eames is not unaware of the pattern that's started emerging over these last months. The way the tension and the anger in him starts to build like a pressure cooker left unattended until he's ready to fight with anyone at the drop of a hat. It's almost easy to forget he's not like this after a couple of weeks pass, he's never been an angry person. Never been particularly combative outside specific situations. As the time ticks over, it's about all he can do not to start a fistfight with anyone who looks at him.]

[But then they do a job, and Eames gets an outlet for that violence coiled up inside him, and when they get back he's calm again. Serene. Back to himself. It's not something Eames is oblivious to, he just feels like at this point it's a state of being he has to accept. Every conversation he and Arthur have had gets filed away in his mind as something else to be ashamed of, something else that's off-limits, so this is just what it is now until Arthur gets sick of putting up with him and they part ways.]

[At least they're at the good part of things right now, a few days out from a successful job. Eames, at least, is pretty relaxed. Idly going over a few law enforcement transcripts while he eats to check if there's anything out here they should be aware of.]

Comments

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[Arthur wakes after a couple hours, slowly coming to and turning his head to nose at Eames' hair.]

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[Eames hums happily at the attention, murmuring some vague affirmation.]

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[Arthur kisses the top of Eames' head, adjusting his arm to pull Eames close.]

You sleep?

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A bit.

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S'good.

[Arthur's still at least 30% asleep, but he's alert enough to pull Eames in a little more.]

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[He curls up a bit more in response, humming softly and nosing at Arthur's throat.]

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[Arthur makes an amused sound and brushes his thumb back and forth on Eames' back.]

Love you.

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Love you too.

[have a kiss.]

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[Arthur grins a little wider, happy for the affection.]

How d'you feel?

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[Oh--] Better.

[He tucks his head against Arthur's shoulder again, sighing and tightens his arm around Arthur. He wants to say it was perfect, that he doesn't feel that issue still in the pit of his stomach, but it'll do.]

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Yeah?

[He doesn't sound skeptical, maybe just a bit worried he's not hearing the whole truth.]

You sure?

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Yeah.

[Mmm okay.] It's-- It took the edge off.

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Good.

[He kisses Eames' hair. That's all he really wanted to hear.]

I'll get better at it.

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[Well... What does he say to that? Eames nods and sighs softly. Just gonna focus on getting as much cuddling action as he can here.]

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[They both know Arthur can comfortably drift in and out of sleep for an hour or two here, so it's almost entirely up to Eames how much longer they stay. If Eames is content not to move for forever, Arthur will eventually stir with the express purpose of finding some caffeine.]

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[He's not about to get in the way of Arthur and good sleep, maybe he'll get a little more too. Eames just presses a light kiss to Arthur's throat and settles down to try and relax.]

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[When Arthur gets up an hour or so later, it's in his usual groggy haze. He jostles Eames a little bit as he inches toward the edge of their bed, knowing this time he really needs that caffeine.]

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[Eames groans in complaint when Arthur gets out of bed, arms stretching with his movements for a moment as if to get him to stay in bed, but Arthur slips out of his grip eventually and Eames pulls the covers around himself with a hum. This duvet is is new boyfriend.]

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[Arthur returns a few minutes later with a cup of coffee, not bothering to try get any of the blankets back. He just slips into the bed and sits up against the wall, heaving a deep sigh.]

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[Eames cracks an eye open when he's jostled again (with another noise of complaint) and moves some covers away from his face so he can frown at Arthur.]

You didn't bring me any.

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[Arthur doesn't even look at him.]

Can have some of this if you want.

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Wouldn't want to deprive you.

[His voice is a little rough and groggy with sleep, even this is a bit longer than it usually takes him to be properly alert, and he snakes an arm out from under the covers to put on Arthur's thigh.]

Come closer.

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[Arthur looks down at Eames, like he'll be able to tell what kind of emotional state the other man is in with a glance, but after a moment he relents and slouches down to get as close as possible without sacrificing the ability to drink his coffee.]

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[Eames tries to at least signal when it's enough so Arthur doesn't have to suffer too much, putting a hand on his thigh and moving right up to him when there's enough space for Eames to comfortably lay his head down on Arthur. He's not going back to sleep, but he would like to spend some time just lazing about before he has to commit to being awake.]

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[Arthur holds his coffee with one hand and puts the other on Eames' head, lazily brushing his hair as he sips. This is nice; he can do this for a while.]