He considered that, considered that he would be going to the cemetery for the first time in his life but he could do this. "I don't want to lock either of you out," he admitted, leaning into Eames as he moved closer.
Closing his eyes, fingers curling around Eames' wrist. "Love you too," he murmured, nearly smiling. "If... The man I am around them isn't like the man either of you know. Not even the one you tortured for five years," he admitted softly. "I'll try and curb that but there's a chance..."
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Date: 2011-03-22 05:00 pm (UTC)Closing his eyes, fingers curling around Eames' wrist. "Love you too," he murmured, nearly smiling. "If... The man I am around them isn't like the man either of you know. Not even the one you tortured for five years," he admitted softly. "I'll try and curb that but there's a chance..."