[ Eames is, largely just frustrated by these non-answers, being left only to draw upon what he's given, which only leaves him with the option of assumption. The entire event now feels sour, wrong somehow, as if he'd missed a sign (or worse, done something he shouldn't've).
He frowns at the message, feeling the distinct signs of an impending headache, and resists the urge to chuck the phone away. ]
When you feel like giving a response that isn't monosylabic, you know where I am.
(typoes intentional <3)
He frowns at the message, feeling the distinct signs of an impending headache, and resists the urge to chuck the phone away. ]
When you feel like giving a response that isn't monosylabic, you know where I am.