[Eames looks at the glass, it takes longer than he'd really like to consider to tear his gaze away, and he shakes his head. He didn't actually do anything, but he still feels ashamed in the moment and it's obvious in the way he draws inward on himself and can't make himself look at Arthur.]
[It's not what he did or didn't do so much as that loss of control, it's what he could've done that has him feeling unlike himself, and he doesn't like it.]
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[It's not what he did or didn't do so much as that loss of control, it's what he could've done that has him feeling unlike himself, and he doesn't like it.]