[ Seeing Eames sends his heart right down into the pit of his stomach. Magato's hand on his arm, then his arm over his shoulder, isn't as easy to ignore as it usually is.
He doesn't like Magato. He likes fucking him, likes what Magato can give him in terms of pleasure and taking his mind off of things, but Magato is nothing at all like Eames.
But he did this to himself. Looking away, he doesn't say anything while Magato begins trying to drag them towards a booth to the side. ]
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He doesn't like Magato. He likes fucking him, likes what Magato can give him in terms of pleasure and taking his mind off of things, but Magato is nothing at all like Eames.
But he did this to himself. Looking away, he doesn't say anything while Magato begins trying to drag them towards a booth to the side. ]