When Arthur saw the smile, the ache in his chest only seemed to grow. But it became more bittersweet than painful. Like seeing that... he had missed that, hadn't he? As the ache intensified at that realization he knew, yes, he had.
Arthur had not wanted to really let go, either. Guess he had missed his touch more than he had realized, too. God, he really didn't know much about himself, did he?
At the question, though, he blinked and then snorted, even smiling a little. He was surprised that Eames had remembered but then the man always had been good about retaining details (with his job, he had to be). He nodded, still not able to really trust his voice.
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Date: 2010-10-29 05:37 am (UTC)Arthur had not wanted to really let go, either. Guess he had missed his touch more than he had realized, too. God, he really didn't know much about himself, did he?
At the question, though, he blinked and then snorted, even smiling a little. He was surprised that Eames had remembered but then the man always had been good about retaining details (with his job, he had to be). He nodded, still not able to really trust his voice.