[ Heine doesn't notice the intensive stare Eames is giving his neck, even when he turns around to talk to him. The room is dim except for the glow of the screen on them. ]
Yeah. I'm going to start the next one.
[ As he continues to listen, Heine relaxes by fractions into the chair, head tilted to the side to follow the rhythm of the song. ]
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Yeah. I'm going to start the next one.
[ As he continues to listen, Heine relaxes by fractions into the chair, head tilted to the side to follow the rhythm of the song. ]