[ Eames just stares down at the device for a while, his brows furrowing. He hates talking through these things.
Least of all with Arthur. These days all they do is get into these awkward, half-arguments that fluctuate between them like the ocean, coming and going. Sometimes they're good and sometimes they're not and honestly Eames doesn't know anymore what's okay and what isn't.
It's hard enough to figure out when he's right there, let alone through the tiny screen. ]
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Least of all with Arthur. These days all they do is get into these awkward, half-arguments that fluctuate between them like the ocean, coming and going. Sometimes they're good and sometimes they're not and honestly Eames doesn't know anymore what's okay and what isn't.
It's hard enough to figure out when he's right there, let alone through the tiny screen. ]
Arthur... [ he starts, quietly. ]