Not having talked to Eames at all the night before made Arthur a little more greedy for his touch. So while they couldn't make this a habit, for right now, he was perfectly okay standing here with their arms wrapped around the other.

He nodded silently and studied Eames silently. He wished he knew what he could do for the forger, knowing he what he was going through. It was rough. "If you need me..." he offered his comfort in so many words. Even if it was something as innocent as meeting him for a drink.

Arthur tilted his head into Eames' hand and looked at him. Eames was right. It had been a long time coming. All of their verbal sparring, their heated looks and playful teasing -- it was all building up to what happened. "It wasn't for me either," he whispered. Besides, if it had been a one night thing, Arthur was fairly certain he wouldn't have let Eames spank him.