[It's on the tip of his tongue to make a smart ass remark about how anything in Eames' kitchen would be infinitely safer than anything of Magato's, but their agreement to patch things up and try again was still tenuous. He didn't want to ruin it by being catty so early, so instead he was just content to watch Heine as he started listening to his work, admiring his profile and resisting the urge to lean forward and tuck his face into the back of his neck where wisps of his hair were tickling his neck.
When Heine spoke, he forced his gaze back up to his, distracted.]
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When Heine spoke, he forced his gaze back up to his, distracted.]
Yeah. You caught onto it quickly. Like it?