[At that look, Eames raised up his hands as if to defend himself, frowning slightly when Heine shook his head.]

I can't say I agree. When you're an addict, you're not going to make great choices.

[he paused, not sure if he should even bother in saying it, but if they were going to be serious about this, Eames wanted to be clear. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.]

Don't shut out the people who care about you, okay?

[Then, leaning back he went back to picking at his food, snorting at Heine's rudeness.]

They were good bedfellows, I'll admit. A lot less rude than some of the people I've slept with.