"It was dreadfully boring," Eames says with a soft sigh, arching a little under John's hands because it's nice to feel something good instead of this constant ache. "Endless nights of training new soldiers. Watching them turn into hardened murder machines. I showed some promise with Dreaming early on so they signed me for the gig."
He snorts softly then and shrugs. "But I got tired of it. Unsurprisingly. Haven't looked once back and thought Gosh, I wish I was with the army still."
He lets the edges of his nails drag a bit across John's back, scratching that itch that everyone has unknowingly.
"Can you imagine? How ungrateful of me." Definitely. "Well, the private sector got their hands on the technology eventually. "How did that happen? Gosh, Eames has no idea. "They came up with more innovative ways to use it. I got involved with some ground breaking projects early on. It was explored quite deeply and of course first with all the innocent intentions of helping people with it, learning new ways to utilise the unbridled innovation of human mind, deep subconsciousness."
"Was it? Would've figured you for a man of action type," he murmurs, continuing the gentle run of his hands along Eames' sides. "But that sounds like a rough deal for anybody. Can't blame you for skipping out on it."
There's a chuckle at the sarcastic bit about wishing being back and a tired grin. Arching at the nails through his shirt, it earns a soft groan, feeling himself relax a bit more after.
"Sure sounds like it," John huffs with amusement. Though he has suspicions as to how the private sector might've gotten something like that. But maybe that scrutiny is better saved for another day. "Mmm, let me guess. All that unbridled access twisted up by the idea of just how far it can be pushed? What one might be able to find buried in someone's mind?"
He's tiptoed through the minds of people in other ways. The allure is always the same.
"I suppose I can be a man of action," Eames admits, giving a weak, husky laughter as he runs his hands down until John's arse and gives it a lazy squeeze. "But I hardly can see how you in particular would think so. We're again huddled on this couch like two invalids."
He shakes his head then and for a moment he closes his eyes, just to give them rest. A headache is reminding him of its existence, bounding behind his eyes.
"Yes, corporate espionage got involved. I'm sure a government or two got their dirty fingers in the play somewhere as well, but what I'm more familiar with is the private sector. The temptation of learning the secrets of anyone without them even knowing was just too much.
That response earns another huff of laughter and the squeeze earns a mild swat from where his hand is at his side. Neither of them are in any form for it this time than they were last time as well. Bloody hell, so much for a break ever. "The way you carry yourself, mate."
He shifts the hand on his side up, bringing it up between them and massaging Eames' temple when his eyes close.
"Seems like you'd make a lot of enemies with a gig like that," just an idle comment, really.
Eames lets out a little chuckle and it ends up in a fit of coughing. He holds onto John while his lungs try to exit through his breathing canals. When it calms down he slumps back down and breathes for a moment.
"Yeah," he admits hoarsely after that moment. "I did not gain a whole lot of friends in high places. But there were some people who were in the business as well, so I suppose there's some honour among thieves after all..."
The way the cough wracks the other man's frame causes him to wince in sympathy. Despite the aches and pains of it all, he doesn't try to shift away when he's held onto, just smooths his hand over his back carefully, waiting until he's got himself sorted.
"Suppose that's the whole saying when one door closes and all," he murmurs. He looks up at him. "Let's get some water in you after that." Not that he wants to move but he's pretty sure if Eames tries to reach past him they'll both wind up on the floor in a ridiculous heap. He'd rather avoid it.
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He snorts softly then and shrugs. "But I got tired of it. Unsurprisingly. Haven't looked once back and thought Gosh, I wish I was with the army still."
He lets the edges of his nails drag a bit across John's back, scratching that itch that everyone has unknowingly.
"Can you imagine? How ungrateful of me." Definitely. "Well, the private sector got their hands on the technology eventually. "How did that happen? Gosh, Eames has no idea. "They came up with more innovative ways to use it. I got involved with some ground breaking projects early on. It was explored quite deeply and of course first with all the innocent intentions of helping people with it, learning new ways to utilise the unbridled innovation of human mind, deep subconsciousness."
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There's a chuckle at the sarcastic bit about wishing being back and a tired grin. Arching at the nails through his shirt, it earns a soft groan, feeling himself relax a bit more after.
"Sure sounds like it," John huffs with amusement. Though he has suspicions as to how the private sector might've gotten something like that. But maybe that scrutiny is better saved for another day. "Mmm, let me guess. All that unbridled access twisted up by the idea of just how far it can be pushed? What one might be able to find buried in someone's mind?"
He's tiptoed through the minds of people in other ways. The allure is always the same.
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He shakes his head then and for a moment he closes his eyes, just to give them rest. A headache is reminding him of its existence, bounding behind his eyes.
"Yes, corporate espionage got involved. I'm sure a government or two got their dirty fingers in the play somewhere as well, but what I'm more familiar with is the private sector. The temptation of learning the secrets of anyone without them even knowing was just too much.
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He shifts the hand on his side up, bringing it up between them and massaging Eames' temple when his eyes close.
"Seems like you'd make a lot of enemies with a gig like that," just an idle comment, really.
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"Yeah," he admits hoarsely after that moment. "I did not gain a whole lot of friends in high places. But there were some people who were in the business as well, so I suppose there's some honour among thieves after all..."
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"Suppose that's the whole saying when one door closes and all," he murmurs. He looks up at him. "Let's get some water in you after that." Not that he wants to move but he's pretty sure if Eames tries to reach past him they'll both wind up on the floor in a ridiculous heap. He'd rather avoid it.