[ Old. Eames lets Yusuf shoulder past him, following along just as well after cutting out the light int he bathroom and shutting the door. He plops down onto one of the couches present in the basement, continuing with what he'd come down here in the first place - to clean the PASIV while teasing Yusuf to make the task far less tedious. He opens up the silver casing, setting it down on the small table in front of him as he quirks his brows up at the other man. ]
Does that mean you can look to me as a mirror into the future?
[ But back to the photo - ]
I'd heard of the kissing curse.
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without a touch of madness