[Maybe Arthur's imagining it, but Eames does seem to have some weariness on him, the the point where he can believe that he's been here a year. It's fucked up, since the last thing he remembers is Eames pulling him in close as they fell asleep in his bed in London, but it's not necessarily the wildest thing he's ever heard.]
[So. Settling in. Arthur opens his mouth, hesitates, and glances around the room, privately debating whether to ask if he can stay here or how to find a place of his own. The uncertainty of their relationship is suddenly and painfully hard to navigate.]
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[So. Settling in. Arthur opens his mouth, hesitates, and glances around the room, privately debating whether to ask if he can stay here or how to find a place of his own. The uncertainty of their relationship is suddenly and painfully hard to navigate.]