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[triedinception]

[ Eames loses his voice in an attack and he and Arthur have to deal with the consequences. ]

Eames stripped out of the hospital shirt and then allowed Arthur to lead him into the bathroom, closing his eyes at the feel of the cloth on his skin, brushing away the blood there.

He only opened his eyes when Arthur was done, raising a hand to cup Arthur's

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[littlspecificty]

Arthur closed his eyes at the touch, pressing into it for a moment before raising a hand to gently pat the other's stomach gently, "Go ahead and lay down. I'll be there in a sec."

Eames' bandages wouldn't need changing for a little while. Most likely after their nap (and before Eames tried to "eat" anything -- that was just a whole other thing they had to rethink now).

When the touch broke he turned more fully to the sink, rinsing the washcloth out more thoroughly while simultaneously trying to keep it together. He kept telling himself that he needed to be strong for Eames, give him the support he needed right now. Not fall apart in front of him.

(When he was alone, though... Arthur might finally let it out then. But not before then.)

[triedinception]

Eames turned as he was asked and went out to the bedroom, only pausing to grab a clean pair of pants and a clean shirt (that buttoned up) and getting out of his clothes, putting the clean ones on.

He made a noise as if attempting a sigh and then went to lay down on the bed, curled up on his side.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur followed not long after that, removing his shoes and belt (jacket and tie back in the living room area) before laying down behind the forger, an arm wrapping gently around his waist, legs pressing up behind his.

He pressed his face between Eames' shoulder blades, not wanting to touch his neck with how sensitive the muscles in it still were.

[triedinception]

Eames usually made a noise of acknowledgement when Arthur joined him; knowing better right now than to try, he reached down to rest his hand over Arthur's hand on his stomach, fingers stroking (with the minutest hint of trembling, the only sign of his adrenaline drop).