[ The coffee pot gurgles behind Eames as he listens to Blake quietly, arms folded over his chest. No, he's not going to talk about this to anyone. There is some honour among thieves after all. ]
What did you do? [ he asks quietly. Obviously it's bothering Blake quite a bit and Eames gets that, holy shit, he really gets that because it hits home like a hammer on a nail and he has a feeling Blake even has a good reason for what he did, whatever it is, unlike Eames. ]
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What did you do? [ he asks quietly. Obviously it's bothering Blake quite a bit and Eames gets that, holy shit, he really gets that because it hits home like a hammer on a nail and he has a feeling Blake even has a good reason for what he did, whatever it is, unlike Eames. ]