”Come to visit and that’s the first thing you say? Hi—nice to see you too, Eames.”
“Peachy, just peachy.” He half mumbled. “I know—I try not to worry you but y’know, not exactly the safest profession.”

“Don’t really look like a bloody piece of fruit, darling,” he teased, taking the seat next to the bed and grabbing his hand. “I know, love, I know. Told you I was going to return early to see you. This wasn’t how I wanted t'find you. Least you’re a'right, though.”
“S'a'right, darling. I’m sure you’d’ve contacted me had you been able to.” Though it didn’t stop the feeling of dread...
“Yeah, sorry I didn’t contact you sooner.” A sigh pushed past the soldier’s lips, almost out of guilt. It was the first...