
There on the table were five passports. Five different passports, five different countries, five different names, one face; his own. Eames knew he should have told Steve before he asked him to marry him. He should have told him long before they’d gotten serious. But the time never seemed right. Now they were going on holiday together and the time still wasn’t right. He just needed to tell him. Before he found out via other means.
At his words, Steve became confused and continued to furrow his brows. “– About?”, he then questioned, cocking his head...