[ Eames has found something else to wear than his sleeping gear. Most likely his salmon pink shirt wasn't available but he made sure to reach for it, just because, neither were the tan trousers but he made do what he had and dreamed loosely.
Arthur looks the same he did when Eames last saw him just yesterday, maybe a little healthier. There had still been traces of the illness readily clinging to him in Eames' orange room.
A year is a long time, though, and it plays unfortunately to the tune that Eames has been already composing with Arthur for a long while. He doesn't expect this to be pleasant.
But he smiles when he arrives and reaches to push the door open for Arthur. ]
Sorry to make you wait, [ he starts, not that he's much late, but perhaps he's not talking about the meeting itself. ]
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Arthur looks the same he did when Eames last saw him just yesterday, maybe a little healthier. There had still been traces of the illness readily clinging to him in Eames' orange room.
A year is a long time, though, and it plays unfortunately to the tune that Eames has been already composing with Arthur for a long while. He doesn't expect this to be pleasant.
But he smiles when he arrives and reaches to push the door open for Arthur. ]
Sorry to make you wait, [ he starts, not that he's much late, but perhaps he's not talking about the meeting itself. ]