He watches Eames, knows he's checking reality. It make Arthur almost smile. He glances over the man's head and then, with a grimace, plants his hand against the bricks with a look of distaste. The movement caused him to leave over Eames.
"Better," he asked, leaning down to just barely brush his mouth against Eames'. He was in this far. He needed to know.
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Date: 2011-01-09 02:09 am (UTC)"Better," he asked, leaning down to just barely brush his mouth against Eames'. He was in this far. He needed to know.