[ For the record, he still wants to stick his head under the pillow, but he won't. He suffers through the embarrassment until he can feel his face cool– though the kiss Eames plants on his cheek doesn't do much to help.
Rolling over onto his stomach, he slings an arm around Eames' middle, chin tucked down as he settles. It's strange, because he can already tell he'll be able to relax without much of a problem. That should be alarming, considering how much effort he's spent in not being taken by surprise or just being a living tension rod.
Then again, whatever he can't handle, he knows the forger will. There's a weird safety net in knowing that. ]
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Date: 2019-05-01 04:33 am (UTC)Rolling over onto his stomach, he slings an arm around Eames' middle, chin tucked down as he settles. It's strange, because he can already tell he'll be able to relax without much of a problem. That should be alarming, considering how much effort he's spent in not being taken by surprise or just being a living tension rod.
Then again, whatever he can't handle, he knows the forger will. There's a weird safety net in knowing that. ]
Saying anything would damn myself too, you know.