Arthur watched Eames a moment, his expression pinched, pained until he took a breath, schooling his features and reaching for his shorts. "Understood. Of course. Fine." Voice the sort he used for work, pulling himself back in and protected, mentally running over it all to try and determine where he'd gone wrong.
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Date: 2011-06-14 09:38 pm (UTC)