[Ah. Of all the ways to have the "by the way, I'm not human," chat, this is pretty low on the list of ways Eames expected to have it. He huffs out a wet-sounding laugh, eyes falling closed for a moment that's too long for his own comfort. It takes a real effort to open them again to look up at Sara.]
Doubt you'll find a donor for me here. [He attempts a smile. It doesn't reach his eyes.] I'll be fine, just need to stop bleeding.
[Well. That's a bit of a tall order isn't it.] ... Or bleed less. A lot less.
shh i am the LAST person who will complain about slow tags
Doubt you'll find a donor for me here. [He attempts a smile. It doesn't reach his eyes.] I'll be fine, just need to stop bleeding.
[Well. That's a bit of a tall order isn't it.] ... Or bleed less. A lot less.