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[lakoffselephant]

After the team had parted ways at LAX, Arthur had decided that it was time for a break. A break from working, from dreaming, and from running around the world picking up after his (so called) friend. He simply took another flight back home, to upstate New York near the place where he'd grown up in order to find some peace of mind. There was very

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[forgerart]

There were few things Eames cared enough about to investigate. The lack of concern over much of what went on after the Fischer job left him to his own devices for a while. The pay had been worth it; it left him without having to worry about the next job for quite a long time, but there was always that itch he had to scratch.

So it was that he found himself back in the game, doing a few jobs here and there, and it wasn't until the 5th one, just as he was explaining the kick, that a vivid image of Arthur came to mind. Image turned into memory, memory turned into curiosity, curiosity turned into investigation.

There were few things Eames cared enough about to investigate: Arthur was one of them.

Some months later, he found himself in the dull town of Saratoga Springs, walking up to the gate of quaint looking townhouse. His eyes widened considerably when he looked at the figure on the porch. "Boring as ever, Arthur." he called out.

[lakoffselephant]

Arthur was only a few pages into his newest literary endeavor when he heard a familiar voice calling outfor his attention. But being obstinate and stubborn as always, he finished reading the paragraph he was on before resting the open book upside down on his thigh.

"Did you come all this way to insult me?" He sat back in his deck chair, just looking down at the forger from his porch. "You can come in, the gate doesn't lock," he added after a moment of shared silence.

While he knew it was only a matter of time before someone from the business contacted him - Cobb knew where he liked to retreat when going off grid, it wouldn't be too hard for him to track Arthur down - he was faintly surprised that it was Eames who had bothered to find him. It was usually Arthur keeping tabs on his favored coworkers, people usually found Eames if they wanted to work with him. Even though he was surprised, Arthur wasn't put off and he gestured to the second chair that he never sat in, acting the slightest bit hospitable.

[forgerart]

Eames wasn't surprised that Arthur didn't acknowledge him right away, he smiled, even; he was glad to know some things didn't change after all. He was patient, to a point, and so he didn't mind to be kept waiting those few seconds until the other man set the book down.

"Now why would I do a thing like that?" he chuckled hoarsely, letting himself in past the gate when given the instruction. He let it close behind him, sporting a goofy grin as he walked up the steps to the porch. Silently, Eames took the offered seat, legs set apart, his arms resting on top of them as he slouched forward with his head turned towards Arthur.

"Haven't heard from Cobb, have you?" he asked, lifting a hand to run it through his styled hair. "Nevermind that. Is it strange that I'm here? It feels quite out of place, but I remembered you. I can't really understand why you'd stop doing what we do." he purposely kept the present tense.

[lakoffselephant]

"I dont know why you do anything you do, to be quite honest." His eyes were trained on every movement that Eames made, not suspicious in the least, but he was innately curious. It has been months since he's seen Eames, and maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that he had found him tucked away in this quaint place. When the other man sat down, he tucked his bare feet closer to the legs of his chair his shoes already pushed beneath it