[Something about Arthur's expression doesn't sit with him well... but he nods with a terse 'thanks' and moves quickly into the kitchen, out of sight. He allows himself one minute. He has one minute to be sad.
One minute where he lets himself think about how long he's wanted Arthur. More than just wanting, really, but it wouldn't do to examine that too hard. He clamps his hands on the edge of the sink and breathes out hard. It's going to be torture to see him like this, like he lives here, like he's with Eames. It's everything he ever wanted, and it's not real.
He takes in a calming breath then, because his minute is up, and then he goes to work fixing their tea. He loves making tea in a kettle. The proper way to do it, really. It's calming too, though, and while he's at it, he digs around and finds where Arthur hid some biscuits. The kettle starts whistling, and he turns it down, pouring them each a cup (not a mug, a proper teacup like Eames loves) .
He takes it all out on a tray, setting it down on the coffee table.]
There we are.
[He can't quite bring himself to look at Arthur, afraid at what Arthur might see in his own eyes.]
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One minute where he lets himself think about how long he's wanted Arthur. More than just wanting, really, but it wouldn't do to examine that too hard. He clamps his hands on the edge of the sink and breathes out hard. It's going to be torture to see him like this, like he lives here, like he's with Eames. It's everything he ever wanted, and it's not real.
He takes in a calming breath then, because his minute is up, and then he goes to work fixing their tea. He loves making tea in a kettle. The proper way to do it, really. It's calming too, though, and while he's at it, he digs around and finds where Arthur hid some biscuits. The kettle starts whistling, and he turns it down, pouring them each a cup (not a mug, a proper teacup like Eames loves) .
He takes it all out on a tray, setting it down on the coffee table.]
There we are.
[He can't quite bring himself to look at Arthur, afraid at what Arthur might see in his own eyes.]