"Yeah, 'kay," he muttered, more interested in the fact that Arthur was touching him, and Arthur was warm. He brought his hand round to cover Arthur's, and then couldn't help but shudder all over as a cold wind gusted past them.
Arthur had to drag him to his feet, and even then, Eames could hardly stay upright. He slumped against the other man, frowning slightly at the odd twitchy feeling on his back, but then again, everything felt odd and not-right at the moment. "Sorry," he mumbled, "m'stinking... sorry"