They stood at the door, both hesitant to enter. Finally Deakins said, "Get in here, you two. Sit."
Goren waited till Eames was seated to take a chair.
"So Friday's my last day," Deakins said. His voice was brusque; his eyes were bright and wet. "They're having a wake for me at Jack Pelley's Restaurant in Chelsea."
Goren swallowed hard. Eames stared at the floor.
"That's a joke! Hey," Deakins said, "I'll be okay. I even have a job offer. It's just..."
They finally looked up at him. One tear had escaped. "I'll miss working with you guys."
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