[ He doesn't argue, object, or lecture. Because he'd skipped straight past all of that when his stomach had felt like it'd been weighted with iron. The thing is, Arthur worries a lot, it's half the reason he's so exacting and prickly. He knows it comes across as superiority– in this career, that works better than being labeled as soft.
Eames won't hold it against him, not when he seems to be as tired as Arthur feels when they step into the bathroom. He watches him blink against the bright light for a second before he switches the water on, lets it run to warm. ]
I am joining you. It looks like you're about to fall over.
[ With that, he tests the water and then flips it over to the shower. Methodically, he starts peeling himself out of his suit, kicking his shoes off and shedding layers with practiced efficiency. ]
no subject
Eames won't hold it against him, not when he seems to be as tired as Arthur feels when they step into the bathroom. He watches him blink against the bright light for a second before he switches the water on, lets it run to warm. ]
I am joining you. It looks like you're about to fall over.
[ With that, he tests the water and then flips it over to the shower. Methodically, he starts peeling himself out of his suit, kicking his shoes off and shedding layers with practiced efficiency. ]
After you.