[It's easier this time. Not by much, (not by enough,) but Eames tries different ways of thinking to push away the desire to grab someone and rip into them. Like walking past a restaurant when you have somewhere to be-- appetising, sure, but not enough to go in. They walk past someone who smells especially good and Eames' hand clenches at Arthur's back, but he resists.]
[It's the same when they're talking to Antonia, and Eames breathes a sigh of relief when they're in the private room. Immediately, sitting down and looking at his hands for a moment, and then up at Arthur.]
Feel like betting on whether I'll try to fight you this time?
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[It's the same when they're talking to Antonia, and Eames breathes a sigh of relief when they're in the private room. Immediately, sitting down and looking at his hands for a moment, and then up at Arthur.]
Feel like betting on whether I'll try to fight you this time?
[ha ha ha he's actually anxious about it]