[Eames swallows and presses his face into Arthur's chest. This should be enough for him, to put him at ease for a little while, but it's not. It doesn't do anything for the unease that's always sitting on his chest, and moreover he feels like he owes Arthur some degree of honesty, some clarity about what's going on in his head.]
[The words are tough to get out though. Hard enough to admit to himself, let alone anyone else, and when he speaks it's a murmur into Arthur's shirt.]
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[The words are tough to get out though. Hard enough to admit to himself, let alone anyone else, and when he speaks it's a murmur into Arthur's shirt.]
I'm so scared all the time now.