[ Eames' brows shoot up at the sheer anger in that first statement. And then those brows continue to rise when he considers it while Arthur seems to stare him as well.
Well now.
There's lengthy enough pause that he gets to the same conclusion as Arthur, perhaps quicker than he does, deciding from the small smile that is curving over those full lips before Arthur asks about his assumptions regarding his persona. ]
I must have been mistaken. I thought you were my Arthur. [ There's a certain pointman who would sputter and choke at the way he phrases it, and then probably shoot Eames right after. But that's not relevant right now. ] You're not, are you?
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Well now.
There's lengthy enough pause that he gets to the same conclusion as Arthur, perhaps quicker than he does, deciding from the small smile that is curving over those full lips before Arthur asks about his assumptions regarding his persona. ]
I must have been mistaken. I thought you were my Arthur. [ There's a certain pointman who would sputter and choke at the way he phrases it, and then probably shoot Eames right after. But that's not relevant right now. ] You're not, are you?
[ Curious. ]