[Arthur nods and lets out a sigh from deep down in his chest. It's been a long time since he felt so genuinely lost. The thought occurs to him that he should go back to the apartment he woke up in, but he doesn't know what he'd do when he got there, and he's frustratingly aware that he doesn't want to be alone right now. He can be alone, but with the knowledge that Eames is here it seems more painful somehow.]
[Fuck, this is all so stupid. Scotch will help, right?]
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[Fuck, this is all so stupid. Scotch will help, right?]