...Eames stares for a second, frowning deeply at his friend.

And then he sighs and drops his face into his hands. "Fuck."

Rubbing at his face, he releases it and returns to puffing on his pipe, looking utterly grumpy now. He glances back at John.

"I think it's serious. It's as if I can't even flirt with anybody else anymore; I just bumble around like an idiot because all I can think of is him!" he complains, gesturing with his pipe in hand.