[Eames closes his eyes with a tired smile, ready to put this last week behind him and move on. Tomorrow he'll put all his stuff back where it was and it'll be like none of this ever happened.]
[Except he can't seem to actually sleep. Without anything else to focus on, all Eames has is his own thoughts. Turns out his thoughts are still pretty pissed off, and every time he opens his eyes and sees Arthur there it just gets worse. Eames tries turning over, see if not facing Arthur helps any, but it doesn't. He spends a good couple of hours like this, trying to will himself to sleep, but it doesn't work.]
[Eventually Eames concedes that he's not sleeping anytime soon and gets out of the bed to pad along to the bathroom. He turns on the shower, thinking a hot shower will help one way or the other, and takes the bandage off his neck. It's healing well, he decides, inspecting it in the mirror. Good thing something is.]
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[Except he can't seem to actually sleep. Without anything else to focus on, all Eames has is his own thoughts. Turns out his thoughts are still pretty pissed off, and every time he opens his eyes and sees Arthur there it just gets worse. Eames tries turning over, see if not facing Arthur helps any, but it doesn't. He spends a good couple of hours like this, trying to will himself to sleep, but it doesn't work.]
[Eventually Eames concedes that he's not sleeping anytime soon and gets out of the bed to pad along to the bathroom. He turns on the shower, thinking a hot shower will help one way or the other, and takes the bandage off his neck. It's healing well, he decides, inspecting it in the mirror. Good thing something is.]