Eames snaked an arm round Arthur's waist and kept him as close as he could, unaware of just how bloody freezing to the touch he actually was. "Missed you," he tried to say, but only got as far as drawing out the "ss" sound before trailing off with a yawn. His eyes were shut again, and his head dropped forwards as he stood there. Next thing he knew, he was being helped out of the lift. His feet were more than dragging by now, and gravity was going to win its battle very soon indeed.
He drifted for a short while, apparently moving on automatic pilot before he felt himself being lowered onto something, and then there was the sound of water running. Oh, Christ, a bath... He made a small hum of pleasure at the thought of being clean, and then blinked as he looked up at Arthur again.