Making up for lost time, one more time.

[neededforger]

They had lazed about for most of the day, mostly just because they could, and even when one or the other of them got up to use the bathroom or retrieve a book, they always came right back, as if somehow that bed held all the secrets of the universe. Come afternoon, Eames went to get his laptop, doing some research to find a restaurant for dinner, coming up with a few nearby and just deciding by what was closest, since he figured the walk would do them both good.
He even made a reservation, just to make sure they'd have a seat, even though as far as he could tell they were wide open as far as space.

"Are you ready, Arthur?" He called back towards the bedroom from where he was perched on the couch, having settled there after he'd gotten dressed, waiting for the other man to finish his shower, though the water had been off for a while.

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[littlspecificty]

The day had been calm and pleasant. Just them, in their room, on Arthur's bed. It was pretty obvious neither wanted to leave the bed, or each other. Arthur couldn't really remember doing that with anyone before (except maybe Eames back three years ago).

But, as the sun started to go down and the afternoon approached night, they finally left the bed. The shower had done him good - he still felt a little light-headed but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

He came out of the bedroom when Eames called, "Yes. You found a good place?" He was dressed in pants and a button down shirt but no tie and in his dark brown leather jacket. His hair was still too short to style but it did look a little better now that it was clean.