[ In another time or another moment, the widening of Eames' eyes would be comical. Or maybe it'd be satisfying, catching him so off guard. Instead, he can only think of what he wants and how much he wants. Everything else seems to fall by the wayside.
He follows the gentle push, walks into the living room and watches the forger take a seat. Eames is looking at him with hunger and a touch of something else he can't quite put his finger on.
Briefly, he hesitates, wondering why the fuck he did this. But he did it and he's not going to renege on his decision from nerves. Stepping over, he carefully slides into Eames' lap, hands just lightly on his shoulders. ]
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He follows the gentle push, walks into the living room and watches the forger take a seat. Eames is looking at him with hunger and a touch of something else he can't quite put his finger on.
Briefly, he hesitates, wondering why the fuck he did this. But he did it and he's not going to renege on his decision from nerves. Stepping over, he carefully slides into Eames' lap, hands just lightly on his shoulders. ]
Is this okay?