[ When the message comes through, he just gives it a passing glance, confirming something he already knew. As well as something he hadn't quite expected. They were friendly– well, more than that, sometimes– but generally they held some pretense of boundaries.
In their line of work, it was easier to build walls. Safer.
But Dom is letting him waltz on in. He'd like to say he doesn't hesitate before he slides the keycard in, but he does. Once it's done though, there's no turning back. So he breezes in with his neutral nonchalance as usual, sets the bottle of gin on the small table that holds the complimentary coffee and tea packets. Two glasses sit, upside down and untouched. Arthur flips them both, uncaps the gin, and pours a generous measure in one, regular for the other. His day hasn't been nearly as shitty.
The first sip burns a little and he takes another as he hears Dom rattling around in the bathroom. ]
If you're going to make me drink alone, Cobb, I'm leaving.
no subject
In their line of work, it was easier to build walls. Safer.
But Dom is letting him waltz on in. He'd like to say he doesn't hesitate before he slides the keycard in, but he does. Once it's done though, there's no turning back. So he breezes in with his neutral nonchalance as usual, sets the bottle of gin on the small table that holds the complimentary coffee and tea packets. Two glasses sit, upside down and untouched. Arthur flips them both, uncaps the gin, and pours a generous measure in one, regular for the other. His day hasn't been nearly as shitty.
The first sip burns a little and he takes another as he hears Dom rattling around in the bathroom. ]
If you're going to make me drink alone, Cobb, I'm leaving.
[ Not really, but it's the thought that counts. ]