[ A hand comes to slide over one of his fists and leans in a little closer, body tipping towards Eames even as he keeps his balance. And then the apology comes up, quiet but sincere and snaps his gaze back to the forger's face.
Part of him hadn't wanted to look, mind running a fast pace to churn out the worst possible outcomes. But Eames is here, uninjured, with some flaky ash in his hair and a dirt smudge across his nose and Arthur thinks he's the best thing he's seen in a few weeks. He sags a little into the brief kiss, relief starting to creep into his bones.
Patiently, he waits through the coughing, brow furrowing the longer it goes on. ]
Come on, let's get you washed up.
[ His words are less severe now as he tugs Eames towards the bathroom. ]
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Date: 2018-05-28 07:30 pm (UTC)Part of him hadn't wanted to look, mind running a fast pace to churn out the worst possible outcomes. But Eames is here, uninjured, with some flaky ash in his hair and a dirt smudge across his nose and Arthur thinks he's the best thing he's seen in a few weeks. He sags a little into the brief kiss, relief starting to creep into his bones.
Patiently, he waits through the coughing, brow furrowing the longer it goes on. ]
Come on, let's get you washed up.
[ His words are less severe now as he tugs Eames towards the bathroom. ]