[Eames' reaction is a lot sharper this time; he gasps and digs his fingers in where he's been holding on to Arthur and his back arches slightly. He makes a slightly desperate noise, holding himself close to Arthur.]
[This time, he can feel himself getting a little colder as Arthur drinks, something he's totally unaccustomed to except in the dead of winter, and it calls to mind some memories he'd rather keep buried. He lets out another noise and presses himself as close to Arthur as he can-- it's not like that time. This is good.]
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[This time, he can feel himself getting a little colder as Arthur drinks, something he's totally unaccustomed to except in the dead of winter, and it calls to mind some memories he'd rather keep buried. He lets out another noise and presses himself as close to Arthur as he can-- it's not like that time. This is good.]