[ Arthur waits it out, the confusion on Dom's face. He knows that look, the one of unsurety, of not knowing whether or not this is real. If this is true reality and happening. Sitting still in his chair, he waits, sets his hands on his knees, fingers digging in. He wishes he could just tell the man it's real and be done with it. But their jobs make it hard to do so. Hard to believe. ]
I know. I just gotta see it for myself.
[ Meticulous to the nth degree. ]
Hopefully you're better than that time we went shooting in the field.
[ A good memory, from a long time ago. He'd just gotten out of the military, taken Cobb to shoot clay and cans. Their cheeks ended up windburnt and their clothes covered in clay dust. ]
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Date: 2017-11-26 02:45 am (UTC)I know. I just gotta see it for myself.
[ Meticulous to the nth degree. ]
Hopefully you're better than that time we went shooting in the field.
[ A good memory, from a long time ago. He'd just gotten out of the military, taken Cobb to shoot clay and cans. Their cheeks ended up windburnt and their clothes covered in clay dust. ]