[There's something about the ease with which he's simultaneously insulting and completely confusing that makes Eames consider maybe this is Arthur. Not "his", which means his life is still kinda superfluous, but right now Eames is actually curious enough that it overrides how clearly annoyed he is in a way only Arthur is capable of making him.]
[Eames works his jaw, trying to decide which part of all this to engage with. Really the amount of self-control it takes not to just shoot Arthur should be appreciated.]
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[Eames works his jaw, trying to decide which part of all this to engage with. Really the amount of self-control it takes not to just shoot Arthur should be appreciated.]
Arthur, what the hell are you talking about?