Eames is pretty much just curled up on the couch under his blanket, staring idly at his Fluid. When the portal opens he's up, though, on his feet and staring, eyes wide and expression completely unnerved.
Congrats, John, you've managed to render him speechless.
The portal closes and then John is on his couch, Eames finds himself succumbing to a fit of coughing. Bloody hell, what was that?
"You've got some serious magic, mate," he mutters as he lets himself fall back on the couch. He's wearing an old t-shirt and pyjama bottoms and a cardigan on top of that with elbow patches no less.
His blanket is yanked out from under him and he crawls to the corner of the couch, lifting his arm in invitation. "C'mere." Sharing some body heat is a good idea right about now.
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Congrats, John, you've managed to render him speechless.
The portal closes and then John is on his couch, Eames finds himself succumbing to a fit of coughing. Bloody hell, what was that?
"You've got some serious magic, mate," he mutters as he lets himself fall back on the couch. He's wearing an old t-shirt and pyjama bottoms and a cardigan on top of that with elbow patches no less.
His blanket is yanked out from under him and he crawls to the corner of the couch, lifting his arm in invitation. "C'mere." Sharing some body heat is a good idea right about now.