( Hope is a terrible thing and usually Eames likes to ignore it altogether. He's had far too many mishaps, far too much disappointment in his life. He can be practical, and he can wing it with daredevil gungho, but hoping is useless. Unfortunately around Arthur it tends to bloom sharply. The offer, such as it is, makes something flip over in his stomach and when he smiles this time the edges have been rubbed away. )
I'd like that.
( He doesn't press for anything, not straight away at least. At least they've reached an agreement on trying more. Instead Eames sips at his beer and watches Arthur from across the table. )
I saw the Domkirkeodden while I was away. I kept thinking of how much you'd like it. Thought about sending a postcard, but by then I'd picked up something of a tail. Maybe when I go back, you could join me?
( He says it easily, like it's an offhand offer. It's not, but he has to pretend some things. )
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Date: 2019-05-01 03:50 pm (UTC)I'd like that.
( He doesn't press for anything, not straight away at least. At least they've reached an agreement on trying more. Instead Eames sips at his beer and watches Arthur from across the table. )
I saw the Domkirkeodden while I was away. I kept thinking of how much you'd like it. Thought about sending a postcard, but by then I'd picked up something of a tail. Maybe when I go back, you could join me?
( He says it easily, like it's an offhand offer. It's not, but he has to pretend some things. )