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Arthur's no stranger to this situation. He could probably navigate Eames' bathroom in the pitch dark at this point, but he throws on the lights anyway just to make sure he looks okay before he heads back out to Eames' bedroom and throws himself down on the bed. Sleeping here is just part of the routine now, and even if it weren't Eames' bed is too comfortable to leave immediately, plus the company isn't terrible.

Arthur's well aware that if anyone told him a year or two ago that he'd be making regular visits here and for this purpose he'd call them crazy, but here he is, and it's actually kind of nice. Their professional lives still stay completely separate but they don't fight nearly as much and it's nice to have someone around who you can just get to know. Arthur's pretty sure he knows that when he shoots Eames a sleepy but sly smile he'll get some kind of positive reaction even if it's just a grin in return as Arthur slips under the covers and makes himself comfortable.

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"What?" Arthur asks sharply, shrugging on his shirt and starting on the bottom button. "What do you think is going to happen, here? We can't not talk about it but that's about the last thing I want to do right now."

Part of him wants Eames to give him a good reason to stay but he needs to sit and think for a while and come up with a way to deal with this.

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"Just come back to bed then." He sighs, hesitantly reaches out to put a hand on Arthur's hip, and gives him an apologetic frown. "We can talk about this some other time, but I don't want you to leave like this."

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Arthur thinks about pulling away from Eames' hand, but having the connection there just reminds him how warm and welcoming Eames is and it's really hard to say no.

"I can't," he says, apology unspoken, "I have to go home."

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Eanes sighs and nods, understanding as he can be, and withdraws his hand. He frowns to himself and opens the bedroom door for Arthur, leaning against the frame with his arms folded across his chest, and he looks down toward the stairs. He's not about to fight Arthur about this, especially seeing as it's his fault, but he really would prefer it if he stayed.

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Right now Arthur can't imagine getting into bed next to Eames knowing that this is looming between them and he's not ready to talk about it. He knows he needs space to think about what to say next and being in Eames' house isn't going to help with that, so he has to go. He sighs and turns away, doing up the rest of his buttons as he heads down the stairs to gather up the rest of his stuff and get going.

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He watches Arthur get down the stairs, but past that Eames just elects to go back to bed and be annoyed about everything in the known universe until he falls asleep.

He's got no idea how long it'll be before Arthur feels up to talking about this, and it's not impossible he might just up and leave the country, so Eames can't afford to dwell on it. Even if he is deeply frustrated.