Arthur blinks, surprised to find himself half-naked already. He tugs at Eames' shirt, since he's much easier to undress than Syeira, and Eames puts up his arms, letting Arthur slip it off. Arthur feels a long breath leave him, so satisfied to see those tattoos. Tattoos he never thought he'd see again.

He swallows against the lump in his throat, trailing a hand down his chest, and turns to Syeira, reaching around her to undo the ties on her shirt. He kisses at her neck, murmuring about how beautiful she is and how much he loves her.