Jesus, okay, obviously this is not over yet. Eames had been hoping but it seems like he was wrong.
He throws away the towel and reaches for Arthur's hands instead, grabbing his wrists and yanking him up so the coughing will be easier. But once Arthur is upright and Eames has him held up, he doesn't let him claw at his throat. That's enough about that.
"Arthur," he says with a clear warning. "Stop hurting yourself."
He's like a cat hurling up a furball, it sounds even worse. Eames is afraid he will choke on whatever's stuck in his throat. "Come on, darling," he encourages Arthur with a hand smacking him onto the back to help loosen up whatever's stuck while holding both of Arthur's wrists captive in one big hand. They feel so damn thin right now, bones moving under Eames' touch and making his jaw tighten while the ache in his chest grows stronger.
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He throws away the towel and reaches for Arthur's hands instead, grabbing his wrists and yanking him up so the coughing will be easier. But once Arthur is upright and Eames has him held up, he doesn't let him claw at his throat. That's enough about that.
"Arthur," he says with a clear warning. "Stop hurting yourself."
He's like a cat hurling up a furball, it sounds even worse. Eames is afraid he will choke on whatever's stuck in his throat. "Come on, darling," he encourages Arthur with a hand smacking him onto the back to help loosen up whatever's stuck while holding both of Arthur's wrists captive in one big hand. They feel so damn thin right now, bones moving under Eames' touch and making his jaw tighten while the ache in his chest grows stronger.