[Eames nods, slow and thoughtful, processing the situation. He looks deeply unhappy, but he does eventually lift the gun and take aim, the only real giveaway about how uncomfortable he is being the way his breathing is so shallow.]
[That and how he can't seem to make himself take his finger off the guard.]
[If someone ever told him he'd have this much trouble shooting Arthur, he'd call bullshit in an instant, but here he is completely failing to do it. He bites his lip, jaw tight in frustration. He feels like he's been standing here forever.]
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[That and how he can't seem to make himself take his finger off the guard.]
[If someone ever told him he'd have this much trouble shooting Arthur, he'd call bullshit in an instant, but here he is completely failing to do it. He bites his lip, jaw tight in frustration. He feels like he's been standing here forever.]