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[a catchall for june; prompts will be added to the top post as I write them!]

1/EARLY TO MID JUNE/HILLINGDON

Arthur spends most of his time with the door closed now, but quite often one can find him in the kitchen staring down the coffee maker as he waits for it to finish brewing. He's drinking more and more of it these days, which is fucking up his sleep, which just necessitates more coffee so he can sit and worry endlessly about all the shit that's going on right now. He's almost wearing a groove in the floor where the shortest distance from his makeshift office to the kitchen is, and while he'll answer the door if knocked, one may have better luck stopping him in the hallway or the aforementioned kitchen while he has a fresh mug in his hands.

2/JUNE 15/FOR EAMES/

Arthur's even groggier than usual when he wakes up the night after the rave. He didn't go, of course, but it feels like he hasn't had enough sleep. The reason why becomes clear when he turns his head, sees another person in his bed, and remembers the scene several hours ago when "Kathryn" showed up at his door and managed to find her way into Arthur's bed without much input from Arthur himself. It's not that he minds, but the additional fogginess of the morning is not welcome, and it takes a few extra minutes of laying in bed frowning before he finally concedes and gets out of bed in search of coffee. It's late for him but he has nothing he absolutely has to get done today so he takes his time, grabbing some coffee and getting his laptop out to read the news while he waits for Eames to rise out of bed.

3/EARLY JUNE/FOR JEAN-CLAUDE

It only took a little bit of back-and-forth to get this meeting set up. Once it became clear that Hillingdon was going to try to hold Richmond going forward he wanted to make sure everyone was on the same page, and that meant talking to Islington to make sure they'll show up if Hillingdon needs help maintaining control.

Their meeting place is a rented office space just outside of Islington territory. Arthur has a few of these that he rents by the week or by the month when he needs to meet with clients for his day job or for things like this, when Hillingdon House wouldn't be appropriate.

The days are getting longer, so Arthur suggests something well into the evening. He knows Jean-Claude probably has his fair share of Daylight jewellery, but he figures it's only polite, and the street he looks out on is bustling with activity as people head out to the bars or come back from dinner. It's a nice background noise as he sits there half an hour ahead of time reviewing some notes he's made.

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Arthur gives him a soft groan. "What about the furniture?"

Eames shakes his head, "it was all outside, nobody could get to the furniture."

Another groan. "I just need to know if there's any reason Samantha could show up on our doorstep Monday morning asking for thousands in repair costs."

"You might want to shell out for a couple of street cleaners, but it's fine." He lifts his head to look over his shoulder at Arthur, "I'm not just trying to get you to stop asking about it. It's a mess, but unless something happened after I left, there's not much in the way of damage."

He'd run his hand through his hair but it's on Eames' boob right now and he's not about to move it. "Okay," he says, sounding so tired, "but you get why I'm worried, right?"

"I do, but I also think you should worry a little less."

"I've tried that before," he says.

He really has.

"No, I can tell you're terrible at it." He's not looking at Arthur, but the smile is audible in his voice, tone a little teasing as he continues, "after all, you have a frankly exquisite breast in your hand right now, and you're thinking about property damage."

Arthur looks in the direction of his hand and sighs. He's right, of course. Even if anything has gone terribly wrong there's not much he can do about it now and he really shouldn't be focusing on that while he has a lovely guest like this.

"Okay," he finally says. "I'll stop."

Eames makes a soft noise to indicate that he finds this agreeable and turns his head into the pillow a little, a hand coming up to rest on Arthur's wrist and he brushes his thumb back and forth over it. He's still a little disgruntled about being woken up, but there's not really much to be done about it at this point.

Arthur gives Eames all of five seconds of silence before he pipes up again, but at least it's not about the party.

"Okay, why am I holding onto your boob?"

Eames groans in complaint and presses his face a little more into the pillow, as if that'll get Arthur to stop asking questions for a few minutes at least.

"Because it's comfortable for me."

Okay, sure. Arthur thinks on that for a moment.

"It seems a little weird."

"You know how I'm not actually a woman...?"

Weird went out the window a while ago Arthur, keep up.

It takes another little while for Arthur to respond to that. When he does he just says:

"Still."

Concise. He may be losing focus here. He's very tired from being stressed all the time.

"If it's a problem you can let go," but he'd rather Arthur didn't. It feels very nice.

"I'm good," Arthur says, even adjusting his grip a little bit.

Eames smiles to himself and shimmies back against Arthur a little more, pressing his back to Arthur's chest with a soft sigh, happy to let the conversation end there.

Arthur's even ready to settle in for a nap, which is exactly what he's going to do. And they have a lovely time and everything is great.