cool ways to handle feelings

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[It's not necessarily that he's unaware of his feelings — Eames has spent enough time actively avoiding them that he has some awareness of the things he thinks and feels and would rather not deal with — it's just that if he was about to say something he had zero intention of ever saying out loud? There's ways he'd vastly prefer to have it fall out of his mouth than during sex without his express permission.]

[Of course, he didn't exactly deal with it well either. But when it just slips out between comments about how gorgeous and attractive Arthur is, and then they both kinda freeze up? It's a little hard to ignore that intense and sudden desire to not be there anymore. Especially when he'd pegged that uncertainty on Arthur's face and ended up babbling some apology and excuse about how he forgot something and hastily pulled his pants back on and left.]

[And then he just ends up pacing the hall outside Arthur's apartment, already embarrassed and frustrated with himself, but being shirtless and shoeless with an erection that stubbornly refuses to leave doesn't help. Eames pushes his hands through his hair with a frustrated groan, thinking over all the ways he's finally ruined this friendship with his dumb, stupid emotions and it was fine until he said anything and now it's going to be awkward at best but let's be honest it's ruined it's over he should just pack his stuff and go stay with his mother.]

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[prethief]

[That immediately gets his hackles up, and it's obvious in the face he makes at Arthur that he's biting down hard on what he wants to say; something sarcastic and borderline confrontational almost certainly. Eames works his jaw for a moment, forcing himself to try and be less defensive about this.]

That's not what I'm saying, I just. I don't want you to settle for something easy when there's better people out there for you.

[interpunct]

[The first thought he has is that no part of this is easy, and he almost shares this opinion with Eames, but he stops himself. He can be more of an adult about this.]

I'm not settling. I have feelings for you because you're my best friend and I like being with you and it's not even like I get to choose this kind of stuff but even if I did you're not nearly as terrible as you make yourself out to be. You're really special, actually.

[He puts his hands back on his hips and gives Eames a mixed look of concern and exhaustion.]

Besides, when have you ever known me to settle for anything?

[prethief]

You know, your dad called me "special" once.

[He says it with a slight uptick to his voice and a hesitant smirk as he looks up at Arthur, less for the actual joke and more to indicate he's relaxing a little. He still feels the same, but he can be less panicked and defensive about this. And part of him is aware this is really just the same argument they had about him joining the marines, and he ended up being wrong that time.]

[He pats the couch next to him in a silent request, because it really feels like he's waiting to be told off with Arthur standing in front of him like this.]

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[Arthur's shoulders drop a little when he realizes the fight seems to be over, and he goes over to the couch to sit down next to Eames. He doesn't really know what the next step from here is, but he'll worry about that in a few seconds after it seems like they've gotten over this first hurdle.]

[prethief]

[Eames turns and puts his back to the arm of the couch so he's facing Arthur, expression tired and still a little guarded.]

You know I'm fucking terrible at this stuff.

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[Arthur puts his hand on Eames' knee and smiles tiredly.]

Yeah, I know. It's okay.

[prethief]

[He laughs at that, putting his hand over Arthur's.]

You're supposed to say 'me too' so I feel better.

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[Arthur lets out a soft laugh as well shimmying over so he can lay his head down on Eames' chest.]

Me too. Not as bad as you, though.

[prethief]

[He snorts and puts his arms around Arthur, sparing a thought for how it doesn't actually feel any different. Neither better or worse, just the same easy affection they've always had, and it honestly is such a fucking relief he feels like he could melt.]

I'm good at other stuff.

[He sinks down a little, pulling Arthur with him to stay on his chest, and gives a thoughtful hum.]

I'm pretty good when you're the one freaking out.

[interpunct]

[Arthur grins as his eyes fall closed, putting his hand on Eames' chest affectionately.]

You are pretty good at that.

[prethief]

And I keep you fed so you don't die of starvation while you're working on some paper or another.

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You keep me sane.

[Arthur idly traces circles on Eames' chest with his fingers, and it might seem like he's ready to fall asleep there. His boner has gone by now which is good because it would have been weird to pick up where they left off anyway, and it means he can attach himself fully to Eames' side without being embarrassed.]

[prethief]

[Eames laughs softly, a little bashful, and brushes his fingers through Arthur's hair with a soft hum. He was planning to go on listing all his positive qualities, but then Arthur was sweet and he can't keep going after that.]

You going to sleep?

[interpunct]

No.

[He has far too much on his mind for that. He lifts his head to look at Eames, an unsure frown on his face.]

I don't really know what to do from here.

[prethief]

Me either.

[He sighs and frowns back.]

I'm still freaking out a little, to be completely honest.

[interpunct]

[Arthur sighs and glances around the room.]

I'm glad I'm not the only one, I guess.

[prethief]

We're already pretty fucking domestic though.

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Yeah, but...

[Arthur has a lot of questions going through his mind right now. The words "boyfriend" and "exclusive" pop up but he can't conceive of a way to say them without sounding crazy.]

I guess I never considered the possibility that you might feel that way for me.

[prethief]

What?

[Eames sounds like that's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard, probably because it is. He can't think of a time since high school where Arthur hasn't been the most important person in the world to him.]

[interpunct]

I just... every time I started to picture us acting like other people do when they feel this way, I stopped myself because I thought you'd never want that.

[The word love is still understandably difficult to say.]

[prethief]

Do you want to be like other people?

[Eames tilts his head, considering the idea a little.]

I mean, it's always bugged me that I couldn't kiss you when we were out.

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[Arthur can feel his face going red because he'd had that thought so many times. Not even kissing, sometimes he'd see couples out holding hands and it made him want to reach out and take Eames' hand even though he kind of hates it when people are too affectionate in public.]

Yeah, I... that kind of bugs me too sometimes.

[prethief]

[Eames smiles sympathetically, lifting a hand to Arthur's chin because he's so cute sometimes that he just wants to cup Arthur's face in his hands and squish it.]

[He resists that urge though, just brushing his thumb over Arthur's chin with a soft sigh because this is serious.]

I guess we just have to try it out? Figure out what's comfortable for us.

[He pauses like that's it, and then with an awful grin he adds:] It's like when we started fucking.

[interpunct]

[Why, Eames. Arthur lets out an exhausted groan and lays his head back down on Eames' chest. He is kind of right, but Arthur doesn't need to be reminded of some of those embarrassing days.]

[He sighs and lets a beat of silence fall between them before he speaks again, sounding hesitant.]

So are we... together? Is that what you're saying?

[prethief]

I mean we pretty much are anyway, aren't we?

[He goes back to combing his fingers through Arthur's hair, so much more comfortable like this, more able to think clearly. Having Arthur on his chest, obviously anxious himself, it reminds him a bit of talking Arthur down when he's worked up about school or whatever. It makes it easy to put his feelings aside to look at things rationally.]

These days I'm practically your housewife whenever I'm here.