[ It might be testament to his time in the military that he's always himself. Even in times of stress. Or maybe especially in times of stress. There's no use in having a breakdown and losing his shit over something he can't control, even if he's overwhelmed by the urge to shake Dom and ask him why and how.
If he thinks about it too hard, he still might. So he doesn't. Keeps his mind carefully blank and only thinks of the next step. Just breathe, unlock the hotel door, unpack the bags. Cobb sets a hand on his shoulder and nearly knocks his entire not-train of thought off, so he stiffens a little under the touch. But he allows it, doesn't brush him off like he would with a stranger.
Once safely in the room, he sets about unpacking. Toiletries in the bathroom, suit coat on the hangers. He's sliding his favorite jacket on one such hanger when he hears Cobb, talking about James and Philippa. Something about hearing their names tugs at his chest and he resists the urge to start yelling. ]
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Date: 2017-11-20 06:07 am (UTC)If he thinks about it too hard, he still might. So he doesn't. Keeps his mind carefully blank and only thinks of the next step. Just breathe, unlock the hotel door, unpack the bags. Cobb sets a hand on his shoulder and nearly knocks his entire not-train of thought off, so he stiffens a little under the touch. But he allows it, doesn't brush him off like he would with a stranger.
Once safely in the room, he sets about unpacking. Toiletries in the bathroom, suit coat on the hangers. He's sliding his favorite jacket on one such hanger when he hears Cobb, talking about James and Philippa. Something about hearing their names tugs at his chest and he resists the urge to start yelling. ]
Yeah. Miles?