[ When Eames texts him asking if the invite is still open– well, maybe he's a little surprised. It had been a gamble. Fifty-fifty that Eames would take him up on it. Arthur himself had been hesitant to extend the invitation to begin with. Mixing his personal and professional life was something he tried to do so rarely.
Maybe that's why he didn't have any friends, but that was something for another day.
Before the anxiety has time to settle in, he tells him yes. And ignores the bubbling fears that he's doing something stupid while he's answering the ensuing text conversation. They pick a day, a time, a place. And that's it, they're set.
He gets there (predictably) early. Arthur tells himself it's because he wants a good spot, but it's mostly so he can't psych himself out of his decision. Eventually, he catches sight of Eames from the small table he'd snagged in the corner. Something tugs at his subconscious– in the way the forger's dressed. No weird eye-searing patterns, a suit coat that actually fits him well. Perfectly well.
Arthur swallows a sip of his drink to sort out the sudden case of dry mouth before he greets Eames. ]
Hey. I could say the same for you. [ He taps his foot against the leg of the other chair, causing it to push away from the table. ] We got lucky, no one is throwing a bachelor party here tonight. Drink?
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Date: 2018-01-20 01:28 am (UTC)Maybe that's why he didn't have any friends, but that was something for another day.
Before the anxiety has time to settle in, he tells him yes. And ignores the bubbling fears that he's doing something stupid while he's answering the ensuing text conversation. They pick a day, a time, a place. And that's it, they're set.
He gets there (predictably) early. Arthur tells himself it's because he wants a good spot, but it's mostly so he can't psych himself out of his decision. Eventually, he catches sight of Eames from the small table he'd snagged in the corner. Something tugs at his subconscious– in the way the forger's dressed. No weird eye-searing patterns, a suit coat that actually fits him well. Perfectly well.
Arthur swallows a sip of his drink to sort out the sudden case of dry mouth before he greets Eames. ]
Hey. I could say the same for you. [ He taps his foot against the leg of the other chair, causing it to push away from the table. ] We got lucky, no one is throwing a bachelor party here tonight. Drink?