[ There's a quick flick of Eames' lips, teeth pressing against the inside of his upper lip. He thinks maybe it's best to wait for Arthur to get into full detail, but there's only so long he can really prolong it, in the end. ]
The thing is, Yusuf, we're not entirely sure how to leave. Nor how we came to be sharing all this to begin with.
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without a touch of madness