Eames awoke with a start. Terror and surprise making his heart beat wildly within his chest. He pushed the covers aside and made his way to the bathroom. The eerie sensor night light kicked in. A recent addition to the bathroom that Arthur had installed after Ariadne slipped and fell in the middle of night fumbling for the light switch. Ariadne insisted that it was entirely unnecessary and that all three them should just go and forget it ever happened but Arthur told her it was for the benefit of all their safety and well-being in a way that made it seem he was purchasing a full scale home security system and not a night light. Eames turned on the faucet and splashed his face with cool water. He couldn't remember that last time he had a nightmare. He couldn't remember the last time he had a dream that wasn't induced by somnacin.
"Are you okay?" Ariadne's voice was soft in the night and filled with concern as she saw Eames hunched over the sink. Bad dream? Eames turned toward his lover who stood in the doorway.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Arthur's voice, not as quiet or soft as Ariadne had been, called out from the bedroom.
"Come back to bed, asshole." The corners of Ariadne's mouth turned upwards slightly. She moved closer to Eames, coming up behind him.
"Looks like we woke the beast." Ariadne joked quietly. It wasn't long after getting together that Eames and Ariadne realized the Arthur was definitely not a morning person. He walked around like a extremely pissed off zombie until his first cup of coffee. Ariadne rubbed her had over Eames' back, hoping to soothe him. "Best return to bed now, hmm?" Eames nodded, taking Ariadne's hand and squeezing it lightly before letting her drag him back to bed.