[ He doesn't believe that for a second. The yawn sort of punctuates the point. Arthur can feel the beginnings of sleep trying to drag him down, a comfortable warmth cocooning him from all sides. It's nice, laying so close. He can feel Eames' heartbeat under his palm, the steady rise and fall of his chest as his breathing starts to even out.
His eyes drift closed and exhaustion creeps in fully. Normally, he'd try to fight it, but falling asleep so easily escapes him most days. In the morning, they might talk about this. And what it means for them. Or maybe they'll just pretend it didn't happen.
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Date: 2018-05-29 08:22 am (UTC)[ He doesn't believe that for a second. The yawn sort of punctuates the point. Arthur can feel the beginnings of sleep trying to drag him down, a comfortable warmth cocooning him from all sides. It's nice, laying so close. He can feel Eames' heartbeat under his palm, the steady rise and fall of his chest as his breathing starts to even out.
His eyes drift closed and exhaustion creeps in fully. Normally, he'd try to fight it, but falling asleep so easily escapes him most days. In the morning, they might talk about this. And what it means for them. Or maybe they'll just pretend it didn't happen.
Whatever the case, he'll tackle it then. ]