[Arthur turns on him, and Eames' eyes grow wide, expecting a punch by the way his fingers are curling into his shirt, but it never comes.
In his surprise, he drops the box of stuff the firemen let him have. There's not much in there, a few shirts, jeans, an antique clock, a stupid pen with googly eyes, for example.
Something he never thought, never even considered, is that Arthur might be upset. That he scared him.
He pauses, just staring wide-eyed at Arthur and not moving. And then he presses a hand to one of Arthur's.]
I'm sorry, [he breathes, still staring at him with wide eyes, probably looking like a maniac, but he leans in to kiss him briefly. Only briefly because he has to turn his head to cough some more. The coughing stops, and he just feels weary and gross.]
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In his surprise, he drops the box of stuff the firemen let him have. There's not much in there, a few shirts, jeans, an antique clock, a stupid pen with googly eyes, for example.
Something he never thought, never even considered, is that Arthur might be upset. That he scared him.
He pauses, just staring wide-eyed at Arthur and not moving. And then he presses a hand to one of Arthur's.]
I'm sorry, [he breathes, still staring at him with wide eyes, probably looking like a maniac, but he leans in to kiss him briefly. Only briefly because he has to turn his head to cough some more. The coughing stops, and he just feels weary and gross.]
That was sexy.