[Arthur sits there for a long time, staring out into space and reviewing basically everything from the past few years of his life that led him here. He knows what he wants but he also knows he doesn't have any control over Eames' healing process and they might never be exactly the way they were before no matter how hard he wishes for it. It's hard, facing these things as he stares out at the stars, and by the time he stands up his eyes are already stinging and he's tired.]
[He goes to find Eames, quietly moving through their ship and feeling his anxiety grow with every cabin he finds empty. When he finds him he stands at the door, a miserable frown on his face as he looks at Eames and tries to determine how amenable he'll be to talking right now.]
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[He goes to find Eames, quietly moving through their ship and feeling his anxiety grow with every cabin he finds empty. When he finds him he stands at the door, a miserable frown on his face as he looks at Eames and tries to determine how amenable he'll be to talking right now.]