[Arthur follows him part way, laying an arm across Eames chest and laying on his side. It's an action that happens a little bit automatically, and once he realizes what he's done he almost regrets it. There's still a haze of alcohol just at the edges of hims train of thought, and he partially blames it on that, but after a second of considering pulling away he just decides it's nice. He doesn't think of himself as someone who craves closeness or even particularly wants it most of the time, but it still feels good just to have a warm body next to you and now that he's here he's just going to go with it. Eames is plenty warm, after all.]
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