[ For as smart as Arthur can be, he's emotionally dumb. Especially when it comes to Eames. Which is why he just rolls his eyes at the message, first. But then it niggles at him. Not getting an answer to such a simple question.
What are you trying to do?
And then, it hits him. And he doesn't believe it at first. How can he? There's no reason Eames should want to aside from getting money--and yet. He reads over the conversation again and is torn between calling it off and... being stupid. More so.
Which he ends up doing, hours later. ]
Are we still on?
[ He cringes as he sends it. Ugh why is he doing this to himself. ]
[ The message comes hours later, and he's not even expecting it. He can read many people, but Arthur is a unique case that often requires being in the same room instead. He can push buttons, but when it comes to how frequently the man pulls into himself and goes silent, there's no way to read "nothing."
Mostly, he's thankful Arthur can't hear the tired sigh it drags out of him, nor can it be misinterpreted. ]
Of course. [ --you idiot is all he thinks as he stares at it. It's both astonishingly obtuse and...not actually surprising at all. ]
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It always does.]Forget it. I'll be in touch.
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What are you trying to do?
And then, it hits him. And he doesn't believe it at first. How can he? There's no reason Eames should want to aside from getting money--and yet. He reads over the conversation again and is torn between calling it off and... being stupid. More so.
Which he ends up doing, hours later. ]
Are we still on?
[ He cringes as he sends it. Ugh why is he doing this to himself. ]
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Mostly, he's thankful Arthur can't hear the tired sigh it drags out of him, nor can it be misinterpreted. ]
Of course. [ --you idiot is all he thinks as he stares at it. It's both astonishingly obtuse and...not actually surprising at all. ]
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Just wanting to make sure. I have supplies to collect.
[ And guns. ]
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Thank you.
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this is really awkward okay.
He's trying. ]