[ Eames has quite a bit to think with that story. It seems strange in all the ways he could possibly describe. But that's what dreams are often enough.
He stares at Arthur when the waitress brings them their drinks and pulls his own closer but doesn't touch it yet.
A lot has happened. And tries as he does, he finds it secondary to his actual concerns. The ones that Arthur doesn't want to address. Did they do this on purpose? Yanking him out of this place. He doesn't like living with the idea that he could be taken out whenever and well...
He picks up his glass finally and knocks it back in one go. Bloody brilliant.
Then he bites his teeth together, eyes narrowing as he stares Arthur. ]
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He stares at Arthur when the waitress brings them their drinks and pulls his own closer but doesn't touch it yet.
A lot has happened. And tries as he does, he finds it secondary to his actual concerns. The ones that Arthur doesn't want to address. Did they do this on purpose? Yanking him out of this place. He doesn't like living with the idea that he could be taken out whenever and well...
He picks up his glass finally and knocks it back in one go. Bloody brilliant.
Then he bites his teeth together, eyes narrowing as he stares Arthur. ]
The scar. What caused it?