undergrounds | you know i would

Arthur sighs as he scratches Boxer's ears, giving him a bit of attention before he turns his attention back to Eames.

"Guess I'm gonna go," he says, "unless you... need anything." He gestures vaguely, knowing the offer sounds awkward even as it's leaving his mouth. Eames just seems to be in such a state it feels wrong not to do it, and Arthur really wouldn't mind doing something small to make this whole thing a little more manageable.

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.

Arthur's charmed enough that he lets out a soft, incredulous laugh. "Don't apologize," he says, bringing his hands up to Eames' waist lightly. "I get it. I'm just trying to help, that's all, but you seem like you don't need me hovering right now."

There's still a dog here, and he tries to wiggle his snout under one of Arthur's hands because nobody here is paying attention to him but they're touching eachother and that is unacceptable.

Eames huffs a small laugh at Boxer's behaviour and pulls back to look at Arthur's face, "I can't turn it off." He shakes his head, frowning a little, "believe me, I'd much rather stay in bed with you then be down here fretting about everything."

Arthur's distracted temporarily, scratching Boxer's ear again to keep him satisfied. When he looks back up at Eames his eyebrows are knit together in sympathy.

"If I knew how to help you I would."

"I know. I appreciate it," he says softly, leaning back in to nose at Arthur's face a little more and try and coax him into a kiss. Because if Arthur's going to leave he'd at least like to get some of that action in first.

Arthur's definitely here for that, melting into Eames a little bit as he brings his hands up to cup Eames' jaw.

Eames hums softly, pressing a hand to Arthur's back as he leans into the kiss, pulling Arthur closer to him for the moment.

Arthur wraps his arms around Eames' neck, happily pressing his whole body against Eames. He tends to feel extra affectionate first thing in the morning, and it's nice to indulge that once in a while. Especially with someone as comfortable as Eames.

Eames grins a little into the kiss, winding his arms around Arthur with a gently pleased noise, and nipping a little at his bottom lip when he pulls back to speak quietly.

"You sure you have to go?" He asks, because he's the worst at good timing.

Arthur sighs and scratches lightly at the base of Eames' neck. He doesn't really have anything to do immediately but he had already mentally prepared himself to leave and go start the day. Still it's nice to stay.

"I don't have to," he admits.

"Because..." Eames drawls, bringing his hands around to Arthur's hips like he's planning to try and jostle him back to bed, "I could stand to do this for a while."

"You're impossible," Arthur tells him, but the corner of his mouth is tugging into a smirk. It doesn't take long for him to say, "I'll stay," as he's leaning in for another quick kiss. It wouldn't have taken much to convince him anyway.

He grins back and uses his grip on Arthur's hips to walk him back toward the stairs with a pleased, "good."

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