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[triedinception]

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Listening to Arthur say that, in such a soft tone, makes Eames pause, staring at him as he knocks back the rest of his drink. And then Eames speaks, quietly.

"Darling, how could anyone not be? Who wouldn't want to discover the man behind that inscrutable mask, the one that makes those sarcastic quips and threatens to shoot people

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[littlspecificty]

Arthur actually gave a small, bitter laugh, shaking his head, "Plenty of people, Eames." Counting off on his fingers, his tone taking on a colder, harder edge the more he spoke

[triedinception]

"It's not bullshit-" Eames had started, then cursed when Arthur got up and left, calling after him even as he threw down a wad of bills for the drinks (more than enough to cover it and following Arthur was more important than exact change.)

He grabbed his jacket at he followed him out into the rain. He could barely spot the other man in the downpour but Eames had tracked men in worse conditions and so caught up easily, loafers slipping on the wet street but staying upright.

He grabbed for Arthur's arm.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why can't you accept that I actually want you for who you are, emotionally and sexually?"

[littlspecificty]

Of course Arthur didn't stop when his name was called or even look back as he left. Nor did he hesitate in walking out into the downpour. He welcomed the rain. It was freeing. He didn't feel so constricted anymore, like he was trying to be cornered or tied down into something he didn't want.

At least he kept trying to tell himself he didn't want it.

So, when Eames grabbed his arm, disrupting the freeing feeling he had just been breathing in, he wrenched his arm away, shoving the other man, nearly snarling through the rain, "Fuck off! And I'm not about to accept a lie as the truth!"

[triedinception]

"A lie? I deal in lies, Arthur! And I can tell you right now how I feel about you is not a lie!"

He's practically shouting, taking the shove and merely stepping back - and grasping at Arthur's wrists to keep them placed to his shoulders.

"Look, I'll leave you bloody alone if that's what you want so badly! But don't tell me my feelings are a lie!"