[He takes a breath, wishing he could just enjoy the way Arthur smells exactly how he remembers. How Arthur's hand on his leg is so familiar he could close his eyes and trick himself into believing they're back in London.]
[He finds himself having a fleeting thought, wondering if his own doppelganger has these stupid sentimental feelings or if it's an affectation of his age and species. But then he's back in the moment, trying genuinely to focus on what's best right now for Arthur and not what Eames wants.]
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[He takes a breath, wishing he could just enjoy the way Arthur smells exactly how he remembers. How Arthur's hand on his leg is so familiar he could close his eyes and trick himself into believing they're back in London.]
[He finds himself having a fleeting thought, wondering if his own doppelganger has these stupid sentimental feelings or if it's an affectation of his age and species. But then he's back in the moment, trying genuinely to focus on what's best right now for Arthur and not what Eames wants.]
Do our best to get you settled in, I suppose.