Eames lifts his head to look up at Arthur tiredly, a littlw less than enthused that he's leaving but it's understandable. Arthur has better things to do than try and get Eames to stay in bed. It's nice having Arthur here, but he's not about to ask him to stay like he needs it.

Still, he stands to move over to Arthur and put his hands on Arthur's chest, smoothing out his shirt a little in a small gesture of affection and leaning in to nose a little at his jaw with a softly murmured apology.