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What did the bee say to the flower?

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[ Blake might know already if he's any true judge of character. But then again, he's been through a lot with Arthur and despite how the other man tends to act like he's the epitome of stoicism and lack of emotions, there are plenty of markers that indicate otherwise. Usually where Eames is involved.

More than that, though, from what Blake knows of Eames, he suspects the guy wouldn't stick around if he weren't at least a bit invested in a person. This feels a bit more pointed than co-workers sticking together. ]

Can't keep everything to ourselves all the time, can we, Eames? If we could, I wouldn't be here.

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[ Eames could lie, he could confuse the situation. He could invent a person and make a convincing lie about that person. He's good at that.

But he doesn't. And that says something, doesn't it? Maybe he doesn't want that lie to carry to Arthur, which he assumes it might.

So, he doesn't. All he does is roll his eyes and shrug. ]

There's one thing I'm going to keep to myself. [ As much as he likes Blake, Blake's had a lot more history with Arthur and he's not comfortable actually talking about it with him. Not when he's not comfortable talking about it with Arthur and he doesn't know if Blake will keep it to himself. If he ever decides to let Arthur know these little secrets of his, they're going to come from him, not through a proxy. As satisfying as it would be to actually get that off his chest.

Yes, yes, he knows that it can be cathartic, talking about shit. ]

Besides, looking at your little shit-eating-grin there, love, you have your presumptions anyway.

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Hey, I'm a detective back home for a reason. But even if I'm right, I'm not gonna go gabbin' 'round 'bout it, so don't get a bug up your ass, love.

[ Call him an occasionally sassy little shit if you want, but it's really a credit to how much he trusts Eames that he lets it out at all. ]

We all need someone, don't we? It's too tough here to do it all alone.

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[ This cheeky little detective has become something of a friend along the way but of course, he's more Arthur's friend and therein lies the problem, doesn't it? No conversation about Arthur is ever going to be unbiased. While Eames might have liked some advice perhaps, some insight from someone who isn't himself, Blake did not ask to be put between them and Eames is gracefully going to give him a pass on this without him really asking for that either. ]

Whatever you say, darling, [ he says with a small, thoroughly amused smile. ] Some of us can't leave it to just one, I see. [ Teasing, yes, he is. ]

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[ Despite feeling raw about it, Blake can't help but laugh. ]

Hey, fuck you, Eames. And not in the fun way, either.

[ But hey, this conversation's at least lightened the mood a little, a fact that Blake likely won't forget any time soon. ]

I oughta head home, I think, but I owe you one, okay? Thanks for— Well, thanks for bein' you.

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I'm wounded, [ Eames tells him with a roll of his eyes. ] At least fuck me in the fun way.

[ Blake seems a little less like a nervous wreck now. Eames considers this a successful session of not-therapy then. ]

Gosh, that's very flattering. Go home, Blake. Tell Bruce I said hi.