"Oh the sweet things you say to me," Arthur said, tones dry ones more. "No wonder I never understood just what you thought of me," he said, looking at their hand joined like that, even as Eames pulled away.
He knew the words, the meaning, the song they came from. "Yeah, still going to kick your ass once that heals," he promised, reaching for Eames' hand once more. "Do you have any idea what your little dream stunt did to me," he asked in the softest of whispers.
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Date: 2011-01-09 01:31 am (UTC)He knew the words, the meaning, the song they came from. "Yeah, still going to kick your ass once that heals," he promised, reaching for Eames' hand once more. "Do you have any idea what your little dream stunt did to me," he asked in the softest of whispers.