Risking everything he never knew he had - For eamesofdreams

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It was like a dream collapsing around you after the dreamer woke up. It was all falling apart before Arthur had ever really had a chance to know what he had. He hadn't wanted to leave Ariadne, holding that petite form to his with a hope that it would just all go away. Except it wouldn't and she was right. She deserved to know everything, to make an informed decision. Deep down he knew it was all hers to make. It always had been.

He cheated in tracking down Eames. An hour earlier and he'd have looked in every bar and hole in the wall dive near the warehouse. Instead he used the GPS in Eames' phone, figuring the other man hadn't known Arthur had turned it on one day after realizing just how close Eames and Ariadne were. He had to look out for her, now, then, always.

In the time between leaving her place and arriving at the bar, he had pulled himself together. Pushing open the door, standing there lit by pulsating neon and dim behind the bar lights, Arthur wasn't thinking of the image he presented. Stony face with his jaw tight and dark eyes narrowed, his suit impeccable and probably costing more than the cars some of the people drove. He didn't care about anything but tracking down Eames and doing what he'd promised. Finding out just where things stood.

And if he got angry enough over the replaying image in his head - the one of Eames smiling as he shot himself - then he had no qualms about settling this with a hard right other than words.

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Arthur sighed, straightening jacket. "This is what I get for objecting to Darling," he muttered, his gait quick enough to bring him to Eames' side.

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Eames doesn't speak much because it's taking all of his considerably lacking energy to remember that walking involves putting one foot in front of the other. But he does have something to ask, quiet again, less antagonistic,

"Do you trust me?"

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Of all the things Eames could ask, that wasn't what Arthur was expecting. Despite the crowds around them, the people and all, his hand brushed the back of Eames' and then he took his hand. Only a moment, squeezing his fingers before moving his hand away.

"I do. I have for a long time."

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"Then trust me on this, Arthur. I've got your back, I always have had."

And just, more walking. Trying to make sure he keeps his mind focused and everything.

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"I can't blame her if she wants nothing to do with me after this," he said, voice just loud enough to be heard. "This is why I keep myself separate from people."

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"Shh." Eames waves his hand in Arthur's direction, trying to hush him. "I know people, Arthur. I can read just about anyone. So believe me, I would know if I were leading you into the lion's den."

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"Then how could you think I hated you," he challenged, arching a brow. "Right. Trusting you. If she hits me, I'm hitting you later."

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"That's different, and maybe one day I'll explain all of that to you darling, but right now it's irrelevant."

He throws Arthur a look over his shoulder, the slightest of smiles, "You keep saying that. I doubt you're actually going to do it though."

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"If you had been there when I came out of the dream, I would have." He had no doubt about that. "And then I would have left." Likely for good. Instead he'd talked to Ariadne and gotten himself here. 'Besides, you'd probably like it too much."

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"Contrary to popular belief, I don't actually like having my arse handed to me. Being a soldier makes that less kinky than you'd believe."

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Arthur paused then, considering that but he said nothing, filing it away. "I've made a point of trying to ignore your sexual proclivities due to my need not to think about it."

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Apparently, Eames doesn't even realise what he's said, the little slip-up of information that he's just given out. He shrugs, keeping his hands in his pockets to give him something to do and there's another ghost of a smile on his face when he looks back, "Best not, Arthur."

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Arthur chuckled. "You might have to deal with me doing it from here on out though. I do feel I have a stake in this."

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He raises an eyebrow, expression a little close, interested, amused and wholly fond all at the same time, "A gentleman never lets on."

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Arthur paused a step, straightened his shoulders. "Yes, of course. Certainly not my business what you, or Ariadne do. Forgive me overstepping my bounds."

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He frowns, before falling right into step beside Arthur, shoulders brushing slightly as he walks. Dropping his voice, Eames leans in so that only Arthur can hear, "Nobody ever made out I was actually a gentleman, Arthur. Be good and I might just tell you all about it, mm?"

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Arthur nearly laughed but the sound wasn't quite humourous. "Eames, after what I've admitted tonight, do you truly think I want to know about your sexual exploits with ever? At least without wanting to see them destroyed?" Possessive, much?

"Not that I'm saying others socializing with you is going to upset me, I just don't wish to know."

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"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of telling you every thought I've ever had about you, Arthur," Eames counters back, trying to cover up the shiver Arthur's words send down his spine, "But if you'd rather I just keep them to myself."

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Arthur actually bit his lip at that, wanting to grab him and kiss him again.

"I... I find that to be more than acceptable," he said, voice lower and huskier than it had been. "Though right here and now might derail us."

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Just brushing his hand against Arthur's for the slightest of moments, "Yes Arthur, being arrested for public indencey would disrupt the mission."

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It was those little touches that were going to do him in. Biting back a teasing comment about cuffs, he sobered thinking about their destination.

"I don't have words for how ifeel about her." Or Eames for that matter. He just never verbalized them well.

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"I'm fairly certain she's aware of that, Arthur. The normal rules don't apply in this case. Just because you can't be eloquent about some things doesn't mean you don't feel them. I think when you've been through all of this with someone, words don't really have that much sway."

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Arthur snorted, giving Eames a look. "From the man that thought I hated him, not sure how reassuring that is."

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"Completely different," Eames replies in a way that shows he whole heartedly believes in the fact. That it's possible, is still possible, but not the other instance, "Shut it, darling. Anything I've said today wouldn't stand. They're all induced by my new friend scotch."

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"Yes, ignore your honesty." He shook his head, looking at Eames fondly. "Because I have ever put up with anyone I hate," he said, almost as if to himself.