[Good thing he knows better than to expect Sweeney in anything approaching a timely manner. He has his own shit to do, even when he senses Sweeney's magic outside, Eames is content to make him wait until he finishes what he's doing to come and answer the door.]
You're really knocking my door in the middle of the night like you have a warrant?
(Sweeney goes to push past Eames, ducking his head ever so slightly. He doesn't hit the top of the doorframe, it's just a habit. A lot of houses were built when people were shorter.)
More like I don't have a warrant. C'mon, no hello kiss?
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because if you are, we need to have been dating first and I don't date, love
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You're really knocking my door in the middle of the night like you have a warrant?
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More like I don't have a warrant. C'mon, no hello kiss?
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You're going to have to come down here for that.
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(Still, he takes a step towards Eames and reaches out to tug his earlobe, while pressing his own cheek to Eames' in a sort-of-kiss.)
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