[Arthur tucks his head a little into Eames' shoulder. He hears him, but he doesn't think Eames understands. If he did he'd surely have a different reaction. Probably bad, but Arthur doesn't have it in him to worry about that at the moment.]
Sometimes I just wanna tell him how good you are to me.
[This might be a little too much for Arthur's moonshine-addled brain to fully process. He shifts to get a little more comfortable against Eames' side as sleep tugs at the edge of his mind.]
[He doesn't say it with any defensive tone. Actually he's mildly amused by the idea that he'd love to gossip about the particulars of what Eames is and what he can do.]
Probably doesn't even know what a fae is to begin with.
[ He's just making clear where his line is, because he thinks Arthur thinks it's a lot sooner than that. But he still makes an amused noise about it. ]
Pretty sure most people think it's all pixies and Fern Gully.
[ Eames isn't sure how to respond to that for a long moment of stunned silence, and then he laughs, squeezing his arm around Arthur a little at the same time. ]
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Sometimes it's just what you need.
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[He noses at Eames' cheek because Eames always smells good and feels good and Arthur really likes it.]
S'funny. He really wanted to know what else you're allergic to.
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I told him not to feel bad about the rosemary.
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[His eyes have fallen closed and he hugs himself close to Eames' chest.]
I didn't tell 'im anything.
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I don't see why he can't be happy I don't hate him.
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I don't think he's used to that.
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[ kiss! ]
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I like Raleigh.
[He's sleepy and slurring his words and it sounds a lot like rambling, something Arthur's certainly not prone to doing while sober. But here it is.]
Sometimes s'hard not to talk about you.
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[ if anything Eames sounds a little bemused, he had no idea he'd walled himself off that way. ]
I'm not crazy enough to expect you not to speak to your friends about us.
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Sometimes I just wanna tell him how good you are to me.
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Am I really that good to you?
[ mostly he just cooks dinner sometimes and then they have sex ]
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[His hand traces a wandering line up and down Eames' side as he falls into silence for a moment.]
Is that okay?
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You're okay with me telling Raleigh how much I like this? How amazing you are... all that shit...
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I care about your comfort.
[First and foremost, that is.]
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It's fine.
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You have to tell me if it's not.
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[ otherwise go ahead embarrass the fuck out of him ]
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[He doesn't say it with any defensive tone. Actually he's mildly amused by the idea that he'd love to gossip about the particulars of what Eames is and what he can do.]
Probably doesn't even know what a fae is to begin with.
[Raleigh, that is.]
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Pretty sure most people think it's all pixies and Fern Gully.
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I'm really sorry but I wouldn't fuck you if you were that small.
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I think you need to sleep.
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[Are you ready to take care of his hungover ass in the morning Eames? Because that's what's in store for you.]
G'night.