[Eames doesn't have much else to say, content to finish eating quietly. Well, content is an overstatement, because his mind is still going a mile a minute, but Arthur's presence is reassuring at least.]
[When he's done, he sets his cutlery down and stares at it for a moment. This is it, next step is being bitten-- killed. The thought sends a shock of panic through him. Eames stays still, frozen for a moment. He's been throwing himself at this fearlessly until now, but now he's here and it's about to happen...]
... Okay.
[He looks at Arthur, jaw clenched in concentration.]
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[When he's done, he sets his cutlery down and stares at it for a moment. This is it, next step is being bitten-- killed. The thought sends a shock of panic through him. Eames stays still, frozen for a moment. He's been throwing himself at this fearlessly until now, but now he's here and it's about to happen...]
... Okay.
[He looks at Arthur, jaw clenched in concentration.]
Thank you. It was delicious.