Date: 2018-06-24 06:39 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] pointedlook
I'm awake, the kettle was there.

[ Arthur shrugs, as if it explains everything. He didn't have to do it, but he went ahead with it anyway. Last night they left on somewhat tense terms. In a way, it's like an olive branch. Something to try and smooth over the rocky path.

The biggest improvement, though, is that he doesn't flinch when Eames pats him on the shoulder. Maybe it's because the kitchen is a little smaller, or the fact that they're close– he'd seen the motion coming and told himself to chill out. He sips his coffee and leans against the counter, watches Eames as he pours water and makes his tea. A small part of him notes the prep; three teaspoons of sugar, a dash of milk. He's a bit enamored with the motions of his hands that he almost misses the question. ]


Some back end prep, but mostly getting information without making contact. And um.

[ Jesus, why does this make him so nervous? ]

We should work on that thing you mentioned yesterday.
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