[Eames turns slowly to face Arthur and lifts his hands to cup his face, intending to be affectionate and maybe kiss him, but he catches sight of his hands against Arthur's skin and flinches away. Somehow he wasn't fully aware he still looked like this until now and he... He doesn't like it. Suddenly aware it's something he never wanted Arthur to see and now he's stuck like this.]
[Suddenly he doesn't know what to do with himself, frozen with his gaze fixed on his hands.]
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[Suddenly he doesn't know what to do with himself, frozen with his gaze fixed on his hands.]