Eames quirks his brows at him and then snorts. "No, I don't have to cook for anyone. But I often want to cook for you in particular." He snorts again as he leaves Arthur for his last fifteen minutes of soak time.
He whistles a little while he fries the omelettes, one for himself as well. And then slides them both onto plates and sets the table quickly. They'll have time too cool down a little while Eames will help Arthur out of the tub.
It's fifteen minutes later when he returns, crouching down beside the tub, his arm folded over the side while his chin rests upon his knuckles. "I could also feed you into the tub," he jokes and resigns himself for a splash of water that will probably follow.
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He whistles a little while he fries the omelettes, one for himself as well. And then slides them both onto plates and sets the table quickly. They'll have time too cool down a little while Eames will help Arthur out of the tub.
It's fifteen minutes later when he returns, crouching down beside the tub, his arm folded over the side while his chin rests upon his knuckles. "I could also feed you into the tub," he jokes and resigns himself for a splash of water that will probably follow.