Arthur studies Eames' face thoughtfully, trying to gauge just how serious he is about this idea. After a long moment he gives up and picks up his bag, setting it on the desk with a soft sigh. He knows that it's going to take a bit of time, despite the fact that it feels like they're running out of it, and he's not going to push that today.
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"Is there anything I can do to help right now?"