[Arthur would really love to take Eames' hands right now or lean in and rest his forehead on Eames' forehead or something comforting and intimate but they're in public in a kind of tough port and he'd likely just be asking for trouble. He sighs and looks around, speaking softly.]
Well then let's go back to the ship, I'm not that hungry.
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Well then let's go back to the ship, I'm not that hungry.