[ There's some comfort in just being around other people too. Eames is not surprised that Blake doesn't want to talk. He's the same, Arthur's the same. Every attempt feels like weakness being exposed and it feels exponentially worse when you're already down for the count.

But he knows that stress tends to pile up and when it gets to a point of never being able to find a release, it fucking ruins you.

So, what's he's doing is not pushing. Let this be a stress free moment, easy to breathe, yeah? ]

Hey, I'm always looking for good things to read.

What happened to your heart? I've heard writing is a good way to unload pretty much everything. [ There's a faint twitch at the corners of his mouth, not quite a smile but getting there. ]