[ Arthur's 'hey,' soft and polite if informal, does wonders to his nerves. He's not completely soothed--he never will, he thinks, but that wasn't just because of Mal. He's never been fully at ease since they woke up. He's adjusted better, of course--obviously--and that train of thought he forces to shut down right away. ]
Thank you.
[ He appreciates it. Mostly, he appreciates Arthur not talking about it--or anything, really, as he follows the other's direction. Arthur's studious, always prepared, always with an eye for detail, and just before they head into the hotel room he curls a hand around the other's shoulder. He needs to feel something, anything now that he's numb. Something to remind him. A totem, almost.
Once inside and the door safely locked, Cobb sets what little luggage he's packed down and runs a hand through his hair, a habit he's never quite been able to fix. ]
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Thank you.
[ He appreciates it. Mostly, he appreciates Arthur not talking about it--or anything, really, as he follows the other's direction. Arthur's studious, always prepared, always with an eye for detail, and just before they head into the hotel room he curls a hand around the other's shoulder. He needs to feel something, anything now that he's numb. Something to remind him. A totem, almost.
Once inside and the door safely locked, Cobb sets what little luggage he's packed down and runs a hand through his hair, a habit he's never quite been able to fix. ]
Phillipa and James are being taken care of.
[ Not by him. Not anymore. ]