[It doesn't take long at all before Eames is sound asleep. Between the hangover, the heavy conversation, and the fact that he barely slept all weekend, there's only a few minutes between him closing his eyes and that blissful dark.]
[In his sleep, he eventually ends up closer to Arthur — there's not a lot of space, it's not exactly hard — and he curls up behind him with a soft sigh, draping an arm over Arthur's side and pressing his face lightly against the back of his neck. This is significantly more comfortable.]
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[In his sleep, he eventually ends up closer to Arthur — there's not a lot of space, it's not exactly hard — and he curls up behind him with a soft sigh, draping an arm over Arthur's side and pressing his face lightly against the back of his neck. This is significantly more comfortable.]