[Eames is seeking out a blissful drunkeness to drown out all the shit in his own head. Maybe he'll even luck out and get a quiet sleep for once, though he's not holding his breath. He just feels so on-edge all the time and it's everything he can do not to panic at the smallest unexpected thing or chase down every passing ship just in case.]
[Maybe it's that same hyper-vigilance that makes him aware of Arthur in the doorway, or maybe he's just that attuned to his presence, but Eames turns mid-sip to look at him.]
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[Maybe it's that same hyper-vigilance that makes him aware of Arthur in the doorway, or maybe he's just that attuned to his presence, but Eames turns mid-sip to look at him.]
Want a drink?