He hasn't made these kind of admissions for years. Not to anyone. Now that he was opening him emotionally to Clarkie, he couldn't bring himself not to keep it all quiet. So instead he took a deep, unneeded breath and tried to keep going on.

"The connection is... Yes, it's to me. You can feel it if you try. Since it was a moment of close to death, and you were closer to death than I thought until I gave you that blood, then you may feel it well. A bit of connection between us both like a cord between us. If you closed your eyes, you could feel it. But I wouldn't do that."

He rushed to say the words, voice tightening. "It's a feeling many enjoy and they never want to let it go. They seek it out and if the one they want can't help them, then they seek out others. I don't want that from you or for you."

The thought of Eames going to another for blood taking made him straightening, wanting to attack someone just at the thought of it. "I'll watch you, make sure you're safe, and make sure you don't end up like this."