[God, he wants to. He tilts his head to meet Arthur for that kiss, but something in him just won't close the distance. Eames closes his eyes, eyebrows pulled together almost as if it's physically painful not to kiss Arthur.]
[He curses under his breath and murmurs Arthur's name like a plea for help. Because he needs this and he needs him but he can't do it. Not like this.]
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[He curses under his breath and murmurs Arthur's name like a plea for help. Because he needs this and he needs him but he can't do it. Not like this.]