Re: Janus A/Eames: the 'Stop
Janus’ mouth closed over the straw and he sucked a mouthful of chocolate to think with. He didn’t take too much since he only wanted it for the temperature and the taste, because this body was not going to be taking any nourishment from his stomach any time soon. He patted his dry lips together again. The liquid peeled off in patches, like water tossed out onto summer pavement.
“Your name, maybe, the one that is most yours. Or a talent, a real talent; I can tell you have one of those.” Now, Janus did not smile. He watched Eames’ eyes through the spider’s vein red of his own blue ones. “That shiny thing that you’re clutching so tight.”