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[Another sip. He's not rushing anywhere yet.]
I knew you were a nosy son of a bitch.
[Arthur's here too right? Somewhere. Eames gets a drift of where the old man stands. There's an age gap there. Maybe not maturity. Arthur seems like one fucking old soul.]