"I suppose I can be a man of action," Eames admits, giving a weak, husky laughter as he runs his hands down until John's arse and gives it a lazy squeeze. "But I hardly can see how you in particular would think so. We're again huddled on this couch like two invalids."
He shakes his head then and for a moment he closes his eyes, just to give them rest. A headache is reminding him of its existence, bounding behind his eyes.
"Yes, corporate espionage got involved. I'm sure a government or two got their dirty fingers in the play somewhere as well, but what I'm more familiar with is the private sector. The temptation of learning the secrets of anyone without them even knowing was just too much.
That response earns another huff of laughter and the squeeze earns a mild swat from where his hand is at his side. Neither of them are in any form for it this time than they were last time as well. Bloody hell, so much for a break ever. "The way you carry yourself, mate."
He shifts the hand on his side up, bringing it up between them and massaging Eames' temple when his eyes close.
"Seems like you'd make a lot of enemies with a gig like that," just an idle comment, really.
Eames lets out a little chuckle and it ends up in a fit of coughing. He holds onto John while his lungs try to exit through his breathing canals. When it calms down he slumps back down and breathes for a moment.
"Yeah," he admits hoarsely after that moment. "I did not gain a whole lot of friends in high places. But there were some people who were in the business as well, so I suppose there's some honour among thieves after all..."
The way the cough wracks the other man's frame causes him to wince in sympathy. Despite the aches and pains of it all, he doesn't try to shift away when he's held onto, just smooths his hand over his back carefully, waiting until he's got himself sorted.
"Suppose that's the whole saying when one door closes and all," he murmurs. He looks up at him. "Let's get some water in you after that." Not that he wants to move but he's pretty sure if Eames tries to reach past him they'll both wind up on the floor in a ridiculous heap. He'd rather avoid it.
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He shakes his head then and for a moment he closes his eyes, just to give them rest. A headache is reminding him of its existence, bounding behind his eyes.
"Yes, corporate espionage got involved. I'm sure a government or two got their dirty fingers in the play somewhere as well, but what I'm more familiar with is the private sector. The temptation of learning the secrets of anyone without them even knowing was just too much.
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He shifts the hand on his side up, bringing it up between them and massaging Eames' temple when his eyes close.
"Seems like you'd make a lot of enemies with a gig like that," just an idle comment, really.
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"Yeah," he admits hoarsely after that moment. "I did not gain a whole lot of friends in high places. But there were some people who were in the business as well, so I suppose there's some honour among thieves after all..."
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"Suppose that's the whole saying when one door closes and all," he murmurs. He looks up at him. "Let's get some water in you after that." Not that he wants to move but he's pretty sure if Eames tries to reach past him they'll both wind up on the floor in a ridiculous heap. He'd rather avoid it.