i'll make a show for you
CHARACTERS: cognitivist & affectivist.
LOCATION: Passenger quarters.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: GLOCK FONDLING.
Arthur takes exactly nine minutes and thirteen seconds to reach the passenger quarters, and from there, another thirty seconds to span the length of the corridor to his room. Eames is waiting, and he looks just as Arthur saw him last in Los Angeles, all hard, thick bulk dressed in black, his shoulders tense but his hands relaxed in his pockets.
He thinks of the last time like there's ever any real last times with Eames to begin with. There's maybes and possiblys and I hope sos. There's the cool steel of certainty that comes with Eames' hand on a gun, of knowing that he'll never have to worry about triggers not being pulled, about dark-eyed memories that creep up from the past in their low, strappy heels-that Eames won't hesitate because hesitating's not in his nature, and that's why Arthur works with him. He's a good bet, and even when he's not, he's a better bet than most.
And he almost says hey, or something a little less awkward, but the hey sticks in his throat, and by the time he's opening the door and standing aside to let Eames pass, the moment's already gone. So he thinks, well, fine.
Fuck it.
"It was unlocked," he says instead.
LOCATION: Passenger quarters.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: GLOCK FONDLING.
Arthur takes exactly nine minutes and thirteen seconds to reach the passenger quarters, and from there, another thirty seconds to span the length of the corridor to his room. Eames is waiting, and he looks just as Arthur saw him last in Los Angeles, all hard, thick bulk dressed in black, his shoulders tense but his hands relaxed in his pockets.
He thinks of the last time like there's ever any real last times with Eames to begin with. There's maybes and possiblys and I hope sos. There's the cool steel of certainty that comes with Eames' hand on a gun, of knowing that he'll never have to worry about triggers not being pulled, about dark-eyed memories that creep up from the past in their low, strappy heels-that Eames won't hesitate because hesitating's not in his nature, and that's why Arthur works with him. He's a good bet, and even when he's not, he's a better bet than most.
And he almost says hey, or something a little less awkward, but the hey sticks in his throat, and by the time he's opening the door and standing aside to let Eames pass, the moment's already gone. So he thinks, well, fine.
Fuck it.
"It was unlocked," he says instead.