[He laughs, but it's forced and a little weak, staring at his hands and the small streaks of drying blood on his fingers. There's still blood on Arthur's breath and smells so, so good, it makes Eames turn his head away a little just so he doesn't do something stupid. He doesn't know what it would be, but really that's the problem.]
Doesn't feel like it right now.
[The knowledge that there's a group of people just next door that he could feed on doesn't help right now either. He can't really trust himself to do anything except sit here and even that isn't a given.]
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Doesn't feel like it right now.
[The knowledge that there's a group of people just next door that he could feed on doesn't help right now either. He can't really trust himself to do anything except sit here and even that isn't a given.]