Alex can't seem to stop herself from stroking the hard muscles beneath Bobby's t-shirt. She has unconsciously moved forward so that her lips are just about touching the fabric of his shirt. He smells of fresh cotton and cinnamon.
Bobby turns his head slightly to look at her over his shoulder.
"Eames, can you hand me the glasses on the table?"
Alex drops her hands and turns to get the glasses.
She is feeling foolish for imagining that she could get him to open up to her about his feelings. She's known for quite a while now that he finds her attractive and cares for her. Sometimes the heat between them is palpable and just when she thinks he might confess something to her, he runs away.
"Why don't you go relax, Eames. I'll be done in a few minutes," Bobby says dismissing her without even a look up.
As Alex walks out of the kitchen into the living room, she looks around to find his apartment filled with books, magazines, file folders and mail.
Just things. This apartment holds no special memories for him. Alex senses that this is just a shelter for Bobby, somewhere to eat, sleep and shower. 'How long has it been, Bobby, since you've felt that you had a home?' she thinks.
Over the years, Alex has been able to profile Robert Goren. It's his own fault, he taught her how to do such a thing.
Bobby's afraid of commitment because he still has to take care of his mother. For whatever reason he feels the need to sacrifice his own personal life for the sake of his sick mother. He's a good son who takes care of his ill mother, but no one should have to sacrifice their life and health for anyone like that. I'm sure if Frances Goren could be sane and coherent for just two minutes, she would tell him to stop wasting his life and open himself up to love and happiness.
Oh, Bobby, no one says that you can't hold more than one person in your heart. If you want someone, maybe me, in your life, I could help you handle all the things that weigh you down. I can share you, Bobby. Your mother would become my family, too.
Alex can feel the hot tears sliding down her face as she looks at a picture of a very young Bobby Goren smiling while sitting on his young beautiful mother's lap.
"Eames? What's wrong?"
Bobby has softly snuck up on her and the longing in his eyes makes Alex weep new tears.
"Eames? Alex, what's wrong?" he asks pulling her into his arms.
Bobby can feel her tears soaking through his shirt and her fingers clutching at his back.
Mortified at her sudden and unusual display of emotion, Alex finds herself pulling back from his embrace to wipe the tears on her face.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry, Bobby," she says combing her hair back off her face with her fingers.
Still holding onto her arms, Bobby's face shows concern and confusion.
"Eames, what brought this on? Did I say something to hurt you?"
"No, Bobby. I'm guess I'm just overtired and feeling blue. Don't worry about me," she says trying for a smile.
Alex is startled to feel Bobby's thumb stroking her bottom lip.
"Eames, you were crying so hard that you bit your lip," he says, pulling out his handkerchief with his other hand.
As she allows him to dab away the blood, the motion of his lips mesmerizes her as he speaks to her in a low voice.
"Eames, you just scared the hell out of me. I hate to see woman cry, particularly you since I have no idea what to do to help."
"You want to help me, Bobby?" she says bringing his hand down that is holding the handkerchief.
"Please, yes, tell me what to do" he says with eyes pleading.
"This Bobby, just this," she says as she pulls his head down and starts sliding her lips on his.