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[Eames has some anxiety about... Well, everything. Anxiety and issues they still haven't actually talked about, and Arthur can probably tell something's up because Eames' pulse is definitely going a bit faster than normal, but. It feels stupid, but he needs this. He shifts closer to Arthur, and curls up around him, tucking his head under Arthur's.]

[He's never really been someone who demands affection or comfort like this — he settled easily enough into just pulling Arthur over for a little casual cuddling, but this isn't that. It's needier, more vulnerable. But he didn't get it when he actually really needed it, so as far as he's concerned Arthur has time to make up for.]

[Arthur can tell this isn't just standard cuddling. He feels bad, that he wasn't here to make this happen right after Eames got out of the hospital, but the feeling of him struggling in his arms is still so fresh in his mind that he's still worried this is going to go wrong somehow.]

[He tries to avoid outright wrapping himself around Eames right away, settling for combing one hand through his hair and laying the other on Eames' waist.]

I missed you so much.

It's only been a week.

[He noses at Arthur's neck a little when he says it, voice light and teasing in contrast to the way he's holding Arthur tightly like he's trying to make sure he can't leave. He's already told Arthur how badly he missed him, no need to repeat himself.]

[Arthur lightly drags his fingers across Eames' back as he thinks on it.]

Mm, and I've been alive for a few hundred years, but a week feels like an eternity when you're away from someone you love this much.

[Yep he's getting sappy. Deal with it Eames.]

[Jesus. Eames laughs and shakes his head at this gross old man sap he's getting.]

But I'm laying it on thick when I call you magnificent.

[Arthur hums happily and presses his lips to the top of Eames' head.]

I like when you call me magnificent.

Well you are. [Eames hums softly and curls up a little more against Arthur, practically getting their limbs all tangled up with eachother.] Magnificent, exquisite, breathtaking...

[Arthur laughs bashfully.]

Stop it.

[No don't keep being cute in his direction.]

Handsome, gorgeous, captivating.

[He tilts his head up a little, punctuating each word with a kiss along the underside of Arthur's jaw. And then he pauses for a brief moment, like he needs a beat to think of anything else to say.]

You're pretty easy on the eyes too.

[He grins and pulls his head back to look down at Eames affectionately. he can't think of anything to say but he does run his fingers through Eames' hair one more time before he ducks his head for a proper kiss. It's still soft and most definitely not going anywhere but it just feels right.]

[Eames gives another pleased hum at that and leans up into the kiss, lifting a hand to cup Arthur's face. His other arm tightens a little around Arthur, but it's almost certainly just to do with a desire to be closer and definitely not at all with the knowledge that Arthur could just up and leave at any time, and Eames may not even be able to find him next time. ]

[Well they stay cute and cuddly until the food comes, at which point they go back to bed and continue being cute and cuddly while they eat. Arthur feels so happy to be back and so happy to be normal for a moment. It's not until after they eat and they're basking in the afterglow of a good meal that he finally suggests doing something other than being cute and cuddly.]

Both of us should probably sleep at some point.

Yeah.

[Eames sighs and rolls onto his back, looking around the room and pointedly ignoring the boxes full of his stuff. He doesn't want to think about that right now. That or anything else. He's just gonna lay here and catch up on some much needed sleep and tomorrow can be the day for dealing with all this shit.]

I think I need it.

[Arthur gazes down at Eames and sighs. He's not sure if Eames is sick of him just yet, even though there's no indication that he is, so after a moment he just asks the question.]

Do you want me to sleep here?

Well I'm not moving.

[Arthur laughs affectionately.]

That's not what I'm asking.

[God, he really is tired. Eames pulls a face, thinking on it for a moment, and rolls back onto his side so he can throw an arm over Arthur.]

Like I said.

[Arthur turns onto his side as well to gaze at Eames. He's a bit nervous that Eames is finally going to come to his senses and tell him to get out, but for how he decides he's just going to enjoy the moment and try to sleep. He's only been sleeping out of pure exhaustion lately.]

[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.]

[Arthur wakes up when Eames gets out of bed. At first he thinks he's just getting up to go to the bathroom, but then he hears the shower come on, and he gets curious. Part of him warns that maybe Eames needs some space, but the rest of him hates to let something sit for too long. After a few minutes he gets up and follows Eames to the washroom, standing outside the door for a second listening before he knocks gently talks in a voice just loud enough for Eames to hear if he's already in the shower.]

Everything alright?

[Eames opens the door and tries to put on a smile for Arthur, but it doesn't really work. He's too tired to fake being okay right now.]

I couldn't sleep. [And he frowns a little.] Did I wake you up?

Yeah, but it's okay.

[He frowns and looks away. He probably shouldn't have interrupted him.]

Just making sure.

[It's a frown club. Normally Eames would invite Arthur to join him but even if they've spent the night pretending otherwise, things are still far from normal. He glances back into the bathroom instead, feeling uncomfortably awkward all of a sudden.]

I'll, uh... I'll be back out soon.

[Arthur considers pushing the issue but instead he clenches his jaw and nods.]

Yeah, no rush.

[And he turns away from the door, presumably back to Eames' room so he can lay back down, but he's probably not going to sleep again. In fact, instead of sleeping he goes to his own room, looking down at his sheets. They've been washed, obviously, but they don't feel clean. So obviously they have to go in the basket. And everything else in this room seems tainted so he probably needs to do a few loads of laundry.]

[Eames spends a while in the shower, letting the hiss of the water drown out his thoughts and the hot water on his skin relax his muscles. He's not sure how long he actually spends in there, around half an hour maybe, but when he steps out he feels... Well he doesn't exactly feel better, but he feels refreshed. Which is something.]

[He comes back to his room, and there's a moment where he assumes Arthur's just run off again. Decided that this is too much or he's too dangerous or some other excuse for being a 300 year-old trainwreck, but he pushes that aside because it's probably ridiculous.]

[It takes some thought on Eames' part before he decides to wander across to Arthur's room, pushing the door open after another moment or so of considering his options. He could just go back to bed and pretend he hasn't noticed anything off, but after all the grief it took just to get Arthur to come back in the first place, he decides it's best to just ask.]

What are you doing?

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