[He bites his lip on the pain when Arthur's thumbs brush over the swelling around his eye, sighing through his nose. It's not as reassuring as Arthur wants it to be, because the problem is that this is what he is.]
It is me though, isn't it?
[Eames shakes his head. He almost looks like he could cry, but he doesn't, just looks back at Arthur in a frown.]
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It is me though, isn't it?
[Eames shakes his head. He almost looks like he could cry, but he doesn't, just looks back at Arthur in a frown.]
Green skin and pointy fucking ears, that's me.