[a merry chase 00?] sometimes you make me wonder why I like it rough

[triedinception]

Arthur was stupid. Arthur kept walking out of his life. Eames hated Arthur.

This last part didn't keep ringing true in his head, but Eames kept repeating it, sometimes out loud, and sometimes into the bottle of vodka (also Arthur's) that he was drinking straight. He and Arthur had had a fight, about a job; Eames hadn't wanted to let Arthur go, a

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[littlspecificty]

Eames was a complete idiot. Eames kept trying to control Arthur in all the ways he didn't appreciate (especially when it was interfering with work). Arthur was fucking irritated with Eames.

There was a time when he would have claimed to hate the other man but even he, deep down, knew that wasn't completely true. Eames could irritate the piss out of him, had even hurt him with his assumptions on why Arthur did what he did and how he had felt about Eames back then, but even then Arthur hadn't hated him as much as he had told himself he did.

The fight had been just as stupid and pointless as Eames' reaction to the job offer was. Eames had done solo jobs since they had gotten back together and they hadn't fought about it. The first time Arthur gets one, Eames goes off, telling him "no", as if he could control what Arthur did. Well, needless to say, that shit didn't fly. At all

[triedinception]

Eames heard the other man come in; he wasn't drunk enough to lose his senses, no, just drunk enough to make his every other thing stupid. Eames looked up to see that glare, and curled his upper lip, looking away and shifting on the couch.

If Eames had been inclined to sitting down and discussing his feelings, he would have probably been able to explain that he lived on something like a knife's edge, half-convinced that Arthur would leave, suddenly, or become bored and leave. After all, Arthur had left first, the deepest recesses of Eames' mind claimed.

But Eames was, unfortunately, not that type of person. No, instead he was prone to knee-jerk reactions that included NO as a viable option of explanation.

"Look who decided to come back," he told the bottle of vodka morosely. Yes, mostly gone bottle of vodka, your daddy is back.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur's glare became more disapproving with that because, dammit, that was his alcohol!

Arms still crossed in front of his chest, "Look who decided to suck down my vodka."

[triedinception]

"Look who decided to suck down my soul," he said, still not looking at Arthur. Then he frowned down at the bottle and looked at Arthur sideways. "You're a bloody dick."