"Joke. Right, yes. And, uh. I don't," he muttered, and then rubbed at his upper lip as he looked around her room. Shit. She really was leaving. He already knew that, and he didn't need reminded that it was actually happening, but all the same, it still hit him every time he thought on it. He moved his hand away from his face and then smiled at her. "I'm... I'm just going to make a cup of tea, and then I'll be back and I'll help you pack whatever you want me to." Because nobody needed to deal with Eames when he was being particularly stupid over things. He'd sort things out while the kettle boiled, and then he'd be fine. Yes.
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