[ Blake watches as Eames moves around, hands coming up to rub at his face. He actually happens to be slightly more forthcoming than Arthur, but it's probably going to take some time for Eames to see as much. For now, he's just happy to have the company, especially the kind of company that would help him to look after his twin. ]

Coffee's good, thanks.

[ He'd like to drink, trust me he would, but for the time being it's certainly better that he doesn't. Not after the last handful of weeks. ]

Last month I was kinda buck-wild. Pretty much drank like a fish. That's how the sayin' goes, right?

[ Blake's fucked enough in the head that he's not quite sure, not that he's bothered at the idea of being wrong. ]