[ The increase in tension is evident in the stiff way that Arthur is holding himself, back as straight as it's possible to go, and head turning this way and that, eyes narrowed and forehead creased into a frown. The city is familiar to him, a place where he spent time during his younger years, but things have changed considerably from how he recalls them. It makes him nervous, not as certain of the layout of the city as he thought he might be
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Mm. I feel like I could curl up on the floor and sleep for a week, god, I'm ancient. But I think once we get out of the cab I'll be better. So will you, promise. We'll get settled, order some takeout, and just relax, yes? [ Squeezing his fingers soothingly. He's never going to get over the slide of silver on Arthur's ring finger, a smile forcing its way out. ] Just stay calm for me, for a little while longer and then it'll be us alone again.
[ The few words of encouragement work wonders, and he slowly begins to loosen up and settle into the seat. He looks down at their joint hands and smiles, loving how easy it's become for them to show their affections, especially in public, and he can see the taxi driver in the rear-view mirror eyeing them up suspicious, not quite sure if he approves or disapproves, but staring a little too obviously just the same.
For more than just a show, Arthur brings their hands up and kisses the top of Eames', thumb brushing along the top. ] All right, but if anyone jumps us before we get there and I'm not prepared, don't look at me. [ But even he lacks the conviction that it's going to happen, though there is the nagging at the back of his mind that keeps repeating how lucky they've been so far
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[ Eames' expression is one of more open curiosity than it is of anything else. He's a city boy by heart now, but New York is new and exciting and makes him want to look.
At Arthur's words, Eames smiles, lets go enough to ruffle his hand through Sherlock's fur and rouse him. ] Rise and shine, Pup. Daddy says we're almost there.
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For more than just a show, Arthur brings their hands up and kisses the top of Eames', thumb brushing along the top. ] All right, but if anyone jumps us before we get there and I'm not prepared, don't look at me. [ But even he lacks the conviction that it's going to happen, though there is the nagging at the back of his mind that keeps repeating how lucky they've been so far ( ... )
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At Arthur's words, Eames smiles, lets go enough to ruffle his hand through Sherlock's fur and rouse him. ] Rise and shine, Pup. Daddy says we're almost there.
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