Prompt: Touch-starved Arthur really likes hugs but doesn't know how to ask for them without sounding like a child. Luckily, Eames is observant.
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Eames' arms wrapped around him, strong and firm. Arthur’s head suddenly felt like lead. He let it drop onto Eames’ shoulder, slid a hand into his hair and inhaled the dulled scent of Eames’ day old cologne. He felt himself relax into the touch of Eames’ broad hand smoothing over his thigh. A moment later and his eyelids had fallen closed.











