[The second they're back, it's like a weight Eames wasn't even aware of being lifted off his shoulders. He's so much more relieved than he even imagined he'd be, and he exhales a sigh as he gets rid of his jacket and moves through to the kitchen. There's no doubt certain things have left him with blood on the mind and he grabs a pack out of the fridge, not bothering to pour it into a mug or even heat it up, he just bites straight into the bag and starts sucking the blood out.]
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