[It's a bit of a struggle to get in the door with the half-dozen plastic shopping carriers in hand, but he manages it, sternly telling Sherlock to get inside while he simultaneously tries to offer a grateful pat to the dog's head for a pleasant welcome. He dumps the bags down on the kitchen counters, most of which contain bulky tins of dog meat amongst the human groceries and essential items.
He doesn't actually notice the difference in the flat immediately, recovering from the exertion of carting the bags around, but when he does his eyebrows reach his hairline and he stands there to stare between Eames and the thing he's sitting on.]
I'm sorry, I think I entered the wrong apartment by mistake. [He reaches down to stroke Sherlock, the small puppy whining and jumping up clumsily.] Is there something you want to tell me?
[He stands when Arthur enters, moving to help with the bags. Instead of acting straight away, he presses a soft kiss to Arthur's neck in greeting, hand at his hip for a moment.] I bought you a sofa. Do you like it?
[Unpacking while Sherlock recieves the attention he craves, Eames starts putting things away slowly, almost worried sounding just in case he did get it all wrong.]
[He wanders over to the sofa when Sherlock decides he much prefers to follow the fun dad, bends to brush a hand across one of the cushions, and he smiles as he does it, but when he turns back to face Eames, watching him putting away their shopping and generally being terribly domesticated, he shakes his head, frowning as he wonders how this all happened in such a short time, though admittedly more baffled by how this was all arranged without him discovering it beforehand.]
You're unbelievable, do you know that? [He steps up behind Eames, arms circling his middle as he rests his chin upon the other man's shoulder.] I'm impressed.
[Eames smiles against that, reaching up to put something in one of the cupboards higher up. It's short work and when he's done he leans into Arthur's space easily.] How about I make us both a cup of coffee and we see if it's as comfy as it looks?
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He doesn't actually notice the difference in the flat immediately, recovering from the exertion of carting the bags around, but when he does his eyebrows reach his hairline and he stands there to stare between Eames and the thing he's sitting on.]
I'm sorry, I think I entered the wrong apartment by mistake. [He reaches down to stroke Sherlock, the small puppy whining and jumping up clumsily.] Is there something you want to tell me?
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[Unpacking while Sherlock recieves the attention he craves, Eames starts putting things away slowly, almost worried sounding just in case he did get it all wrong.]
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You're unbelievable, do you know that? [He steps up behind Eames, arms circling his middle as he rests his chin upon the other man's shoulder.] I'm impressed.
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