Maybe it wasn't what he expected, except that Arthur hadn't left a window for anything more. It was for the best, that was what he told himself, yet he couldn't keep himself entirely quiet, because one thing needled him and it made no sense.
"Promise... What won't happen? Me drunkenly hitting on you because I couldn't hide that I still have feelings for you," he demanded to know, a hint of the coldness cracking in his voice. He didn't turn away, partially because he still expected this to turn into a fight, and partially to watch Eames' face.
"I'll tell Ariadne then that I was, as I said, being a fool and whatever I thought was entirely one sided and I upset her and broke up whatever we had for nothing." His hand smoothed over his tie, straightening his jacket, trying to keep himself pulled together. "Don't be gone long. She's already worried about you going." And like that he'd ruined everything good in his life. It was a new sensation and one that didn't sit well with him.
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"Promise... What won't happen? Me drunkenly hitting on you because I couldn't hide that I still have feelings for you," he demanded to know, a hint of the coldness cracking in his voice. He didn't turn away, partially because he still expected this to turn into a fight, and partially to watch Eames' face.
"I'll tell Ariadne then that I was, as I said, being a fool and whatever I thought was entirely one sided and I upset her and broke up whatever we had for nothing." His hand smoothed over his tie, straightening his jacket, trying to keep himself pulled together. "Don't be gone long. She's already worried about you going." And like that he'd ruined everything good in his life. It was a new sensation and one that didn't sit well with him.