[Arthur gives him a smile and takes Eames' hand, squeezing it briefly before he lets go and turns away to pick up the glass of wine he's been nursing since he woke up. He's been drinking the bare minimum of blood the past few days and he feels a bit empty, like he's running on fumes, but he's had enough that he can spare his own blood for Eames and so he won't be too desperate to drink too fast once he bites him.]
[As much as he's gotten used to the idea, the anticipation of that moment when Eames' heart stops beating is still making him a little sick to his stomach, but he's well past vocalizing that or even showing it much at all. Instead he just sighs and leans on the counter.]
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[As much as he's gotten used to the idea, the anticipation of that moment when Eames' heart stops beating is still making him a little sick to his stomach, but he's well past vocalizing that or even showing it much at all. Instead he just sighs and leans on the counter.]