"Four hours. Okay. That means I have three to convince you not to go." Yet as Eames moved away, he moved with him, not letting the other man put distance between them.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe I don't know you. Maybe I've spent a lot of years putting so much distance between myself and others that I was blind." His words were rough, almost stilted as he spoke of things he never opened up about and knew he only did now because a girl who was perfection in miniature had gotten under his defenses and now it was all surfacing.
"If you leave, I'll never know. The other night, why didn't you come get me. I gave you enough of an opening. If you don't care and want to get on that plane and never come back, why not do it?"
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Date: 2011-01-08 09:14 pm (UTC)"Maybe you're right. Maybe I don't know you. Maybe I've spent a lot of years putting so much distance between myself and others that I was blind." His words were rough, almost stilted as he spoke of things he never opened up about and knew he only did now because a girl who was perfection in miniature had gotten under his defenses and now it was all surfacing.
"If you leave, I'll never know. The other night, why didn't you come get me. I gave you enough of an opening. If you don't care and want to get on that plane and never come back, why not do it?"