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text | [post-dated to after feb. dream log]

[personifications]

How do you feel about getting back to work?

[specifications]

Define what you mean by "work".

[ Because if Eames is saying he has a PASIV... ]

[personifications]

👤👤🏦💸💸💸

[ Translation: ...does this need a translation? ]

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Use your fucking words.

[personifications]

You take the fun out of everything.

Rumour has it, there's an old building begging to be Knightsbridged.

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You want to rob a building in the quarantine?

[ aka are you out of your mind or just that bored? ]

[personifications]

No. I want to rob a building outside of the quarantine.

[specifications]

[ oh my god why does he love this idiot again? ]

I need more than a rumor to go on.

[personifications]

Do you?

[ He knows Arthur prefers a plan, but they've had to recover from jobs farther off the rails than this. Unspoken: All we work with start as rumours. (It isn't as if PASIV technology is easily public knowledge). ]

We've worked with less.

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We were also on Earth.

Do you know where this place is?

text (1/?) | [backdated to post-glow ball]

[personifications]

Arthur

text (2/?)

[personifications]

Where the

text (3/?)

[personifications]

Honestly

text (4/?)

[personifications]

What the fuck

text (5/?)

[personifications]

Who just

text (6/?)

[personifications]

[ Did I do this? ]

You're an ass

text (7/7)

[personifications]

For the record.

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[ It's a few hours later, having dragged his ass back to his room and slept the hangover off. ]

I shouldn't have let it get that far.
I'm sorry.

[ Which probably isn't what Eames wants to hear but there it is. ]

[personifications]

[ No, it sure as fuck isn't. ]

Then you say NO, Arthur. You don't just

No, never mind, forget it, this is useless, isn't it?

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I know.

[ For all the complications between them, Arthur knows in this situation he deserves Eames' frustration. So he isn't going to argue it. It had been misleading and selfish of him to do. ]

[personifications]

DO you?

[ Because from his side of this it sure as hell doesn't look like it. This is worse than the last time. The sting is harsher.

He should have known better.

He'll never listen. ]

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yeah

[ He does now. After years of doing what he felt he needed to, falling into something purely selfish was surprisingly easy. Even felt justified with enough alcohol. But in the morning after, sober and hungover and seeing how much of a reaction he got from Eames - when he hadn't expected one - he feels pretty damn shitty about it.

He's never considered Eames' feelings with this after they parted the way they did... He's told himself the other man doesn't care so...Fuck. ]

i do

[personifications]

[ How had he walked into this assuming he wouldn't be left to feel the same way? Why in the hell hadn't he established boundaries? Why hadn't Arthur?

He knows the reason, of course: drunken flings don't mean anything. ]

You could have said something. I don't know what the silent treatment is supposed to bloody well mean.

[specifications]

[ There's no way for him to admit I didn't want to say anything without it leading to more questions. More talking about something he really doesn't want to get into. He's too damn hungover for it. ]

I don't actually like giving you the silent treatment.

[ Which is... something he surprises himself in typing out. He debates sending it for a moment before he finally does. ]

[personifications]

Darling, you've done a fantastic job proving the opposite.

[ B( ]