Making an apple pie is hardly like dismantling a weapon, [ Eames snorts but there's fond amusement in it. ] You put love into it. [ This here is full on bullshit and he doesn't believe it himself. But he likes teasing John, just because he kind of does think that the boy needs a lot of affection. ]
So, what have you been up to lately? What's new?
[ He brings a paper onto the table with the instructions, points out the list of ingredients, little hooks at the ends of them, numbers. First butter and sugar. He points at the bowl. ] Hands in, this you will knead by hand.
If it was that easy then I wouldn't ever worry about my mom's cooking. [ Or lack of being able to. ] Love? [ It may come off as that but he remembers Janelle trying to tell him something like that once. When they thought about adopting him. ] Guess I'm just used to love languages of a different kind.
[ A half-shrug as he blows out a breath with puffed-up cheeks. ]
I mean that hotel thing was weird but weirdly okay? There's this guy I've been spending a lot of time with. [ And boy that is the tips of his ears getting pink so he's just gonna---] It's my birthday this month. Well, February.
[ Hi, guess who is attacking the instructions and the dough making with gusto? This kid. ]
[ Eames simply keeps measuring the ingredients for John while he makes the batter, occasionally telling him a few tips, showing him how to get it smooth and even.
He also pushes aside the mentions of love language of different kind because that sounds like wallowing in less than pleasant issues and Eames thinks John needs something else right now. Something--
Hello pink ears. Details of importance, Eames files them away. Birthday celebrations coming right up. But before that: ] This guy, [ he starts with a small smile while sprinkling a little bit of flour into the mix. ] He something special? A boyfriend?
[ John stops long enough to listen whenever he’s giving him any advice as to putting it all together. It’s not what he’s used to, but learning all of this, especially if it means he gets to hang out around Eames, is a good thing. Something he’s aware enough to know he doesn’t get an awful lot of in his daily life back home.
Another clearing of his throat and a two-shoulder shrug. He doesn’t exactly have a lot of experience in this arena. That being said he can’t really deny what he’s been feeling. ]
Maybe I guess. Started out with all that bullshit back in October. He said he missed driving so we’d go out on patrols when we could. Just started hanging out more and more after it, and---I like being around him.
Uh huh... [ Eames gives him a sideways glance and quirks his brows. ] You more than like being around him, don't you?
[ He wouldn't push, honestly, but he wonders if John needs an advice on shit that might not matter in a dream but is still important. Young blokes with plenty enough hormones in their systems, they're not going to just hang around each other for long. There's going to be more. ]
[ The way his face scrunches up at that is definitely more teenage frustration than future leader of mankind there. It almost reminds him of how Charley would've teased. Or his mom if she was in a good mood for it before Sarkissian happened. ] Yeah, I do.
[ He doesn't exactly have the best track record so far with good things. Baby is a good thing for sure. It kind of freaks him out if he thinks about it too long. ]
He is. He shares his music he makes with me. He doesn't do that with everyone. We went to the music store together to pick out records.
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So, what have you been up to lately? What's new?
[ He brings a paper onto the table with the instructions, points out the list of ingredients, little hooks at the ends of them, numbers. First butter and sugar. He points at the bowl. ] Hands in, this you will knead by hand.
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[ A half-shrug as he blows out a breath with puffed-up cheeks. ]
I mean that hotel thing was weird but weirdly okay? There's this guy I've been spending a lot of time with. [ And boy that is the tips of his ears getting pink so he's just gonna---] It's my birthday this month. Well, February.
[ Hi, guess who is attacking the instructions and the dough making with gusto? This kid. ]
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He also pushes aside the mentions of love language of different kind because that sounds like wallowing in less than pleasant issues and Eames thinks John needs something else right now. Something--
Hello pink ears. Details of importance, Eames files them away. Birthday celebrations coming right up. But before that: ] This guy, [ he starts with a small smile while sprinkling a little bit of flour into the mix. ] He something special? A boyfriend?
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Another clearing of his throat and a two-shoulder shrug. He doesn’t exactly have a lot of experience in this arena. That being said he can’t really deny what he’s been feeling. ]
Maybe I guess. Started out with all that bullshit back in October. He said he missed driving so we’d go out on patrols when we could. Just started hanging out more and more after it, and---I like being around him.
This is so late... I'm sorry...
[ He wouldn't push, honestly, but he wonders if John needs an advice on shit that might not matter in a dream but is still important. Young blokes with plenty enough hormones in their systems, they're not going to just hang around each other for long. There's going to be more. ]
Is he nice to you?
not a worry!
[ He doesn't exactly have the best track record so far with good things. Baby is a good thing for sure. It kind of freaks him out if he thinks about it too long. ]
He is. He shares his music he makes with me. He doesn't do that with everyone. We went to the music store together to pick out records.