scienceandstardust:

Jane felt her throat tighten up as he spoke, his words echoing the fears she had housed every day for the last ten years. It was strange, but it wasn’t like anything could be done about it now. Taking in a breath, Jane tried to smile at him, nodding. 

“Yeah, it was definitely a surprise.” she said, “I have some theories, but it doesn’t make a difference.” to change the subject, she raised her brows and did her best to look as though she had moved on, “What’s your favorite kind of art?" 

 Eames wanted to reach out, to offer his hand or something. He hadn’t meant to drag up anything painful with his theories. All he’d said were the things that immediately came to mind. Sometimes he just had a knack for digging himself quite the hole with the things he’d said. "No, but it might give you peace of mind,” he pointed out, knowing that sometimes that was all that was needed. Finding out the truth would either bring some sort of closure or it would rip all the wounds back open again. It was why he left most of his wounds alone. The last thing he needed was to reopen them once again. “Van Gogh is my favourite. Mum took me to the Louvre when I was a kid and all I could do was sit and stare at the man’s work. He tends to be what I paint the most. What about you? Any favourites?”

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   Eames wanted to reach out, to offer his hand or something. He hadn’t meant to drag up anything painful with his...

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   Jane felt her throat tighten up as he spoke, his words echoing the fears she had housed every day for the last ten...