[ Why would he? Arthur's spent his whole life keeping people at arm's length. When they'd get too close, he'd disappear, or he'd go cold, like the muzzle of a gun to the ribs. There were so few who pushed past those defenses and he held onto them dearly.
Eames was no exception— he'd kept quiet because he wasn't sure it went both ways. The forger was a liar, a con man, a thief. And a good one; it was difficult to parse how he was feeling and Arthur didn't want to be a tick mark. A name crossed off on a list even if he knows he would've enjoyed himself. ]
Tell me something, why do you think I keep tabs on you?
when these two get into feels it's always nuclear
[ Why would he? Arthur's spent his whole life keeping people at arm's length. When they'd get too close, he'd disappear, or he'd go cold, like the muzzle of a gun to the ribs. There were so few who pushed past those defenses and he held onto them dearly.
Eames was no exception— he'd kept quiet because he wasn't sure it went both ways. The forger was a liar, a con man, a thief. And a good one; it was difficult to parse how he was feeling and Arthur didn't want to be a tick mark. A name crossed off on a list even if he knows he would've enjoyed himself. ]
Tell me something, why do you think I keep tabs on you?