[Maybe some time in the future they'll get there, to that sophisticated date Eames imagined, but right now this is going about as Arthur expected. He watches Eames carefully as he picks up the second glass, which is warm in his hands, and only stops watching him for a moment as he enjoys the first sip. It's been less than a week since he's had it fresh - the hunger's only just started to come back - but there's a kind of spark there that is somehow all-encompassing. It lights up all his senses at once.]
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