[ He's waiting for Arthur to come along with the laptop, anyway, having come early himself to scope out the library itself and any more secluded areas that would be best. Eames takes the few steps down to meet Orange on his way up, brows raising. ]
Only the ones you sent me, Mister O. [ Eames' tone is wry, but otherwise unaffected, reaching up to scratch his cheek. ] You manage to delete those images?
[ Yeah, cause sucking on white columns is totally straight, Orange. Anyway, Eames sidles on next to Orange, one hand going to his lower back to guide him up further the library steps - along the way, his fingers dip down, grazing across Orange's back pocket as he quietly lifts his device. ]
[ Eames lets him slip away, lips quirking in patient amusement as he scales the steps to the topmost, flipping open Orange's device to go through the photo threads for deletion. ]
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