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Scar Tissue
"Someone to teach you how to ride a bike. Two people to think you're special. It makes a difference."
"Some people get by on a lot less."
"They shouldn't have to…" Goren shook his head almost sadly as he strode out of the courthouse, Eames following after him, concerned.
"Bobby!" Eames halted, catching her breath as she watched her partner turn. The look in his eyes nearly killed her. "What was that about?"
Reaching to brush a stray piece of blonde hair from his partner's overcoat, Goren sighed. "It… it's nothing, Eames. Don't worry about it." With that said, he forged his most reassuring smile as he turned to leave before he ended up saying too much.
Taken aback by his touch, Eames almost missed Goren completely before running after him again. Something was bothering him… and she wanted to know what. "Bobby!" She shouted for what seemed the millionth time before he finally stopped. Grabbing his arm, her eyes locked onto his as he spun around to face her. "We put him away. Justice was served. Why are you so upset about this?"
Her eyes shimmered brightly, with the dedication and passion to her work that Goren wishes she had for him on these days. If only he knew…
"I…" Focus. Ignoring the fiery sensation lingering in his arm, Goren cleared his throat. "He deserves to go to jail, Eames. But… what would he be like if he wasn't abandoned? Would he still be… a monster?"
Slipping her hand casually into his, Eames smiled up at him gently. "You turned out just fine, Bobby."
Somehow, that was all he needed to hear.