[Eames hesitates before he answers, though he tries to mask it by taking a sip of his drink. He's not okay, far from it, and his head is too muddled to think of a way to talk around it.]
No damage you need worry about.
[He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Too exhausted to fake even that much.]
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No damage you need worry about.
[He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Too exhausted to fake even that much.]