[Arthur doesn't argue. He doesn't object. And he doesn't lecture. Eames realizes it wouldn't have even mattered, because any lecturing would have been from worry, not mean-spirited.
He sags in to the kiss, and for some goddamn reason, Eames relaxes with him, He goes with him easily to the bathroom, still staring at Arthur like he's going to disappear. He's tired, judging from the way his feet are shuffling behind Arthur. The brighter light of the bathroom makes him blink uncomfortably.]
You could join me, you know. I might be too tired to try anything.
[He says might because, well, Arthur makes him aspire to do great things sometimes.]
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Date: 2018-05-28 07:49 pm (UTC)He sags in to the kiss, and for some goddamn reason, Eames relaxes with him, He goes with him easily to the bathroom, still staring at Arthur like he's going to disappear. He's tired, judging from the way his feet are shuffling behind Arthur. The brighter light of the bathroom makes him blink uncomfortably.]
You could join me, you know. I might be too tired to try anything.
[He says might because, well, Arthur makes him aspire to do great things sometimes.]