Where do we go from here? - for ingeniously

[specification]

The job was done.

Inception was done and fuck -- from what he could tell, it had gone successfully.

So far.

Cobb had gone through customs with not so much as a blink and left with his father-in-law to his kids. Fischer Jr had left a little after that and Ariadne was heading back to Paris to return to her classes and studies. Arthur loaded the PASIV onto his luggage cart and looked around, spotting Eames standing near a pillar.

Throughout the planning stages of the job, they had been snarky, condescending (to a certain degree), and on just this side of antagonistic. It was after he found out that there was a very real possibility that they could be shot down to limbo that Arthur mentally backtracked for a split second and thought about Eames -- thought about that night and thought about what they haven't discussed yet. When Eames called him 'darling' down in the first level in what he was sure was a condescending manner, Arthur found himself wanting to say something. But, he didn't. Eames was striding away after he took his shot.

When they were on the second level and everyone was hooking themselves in, who he should have helped was Ariadne but Arthur found himself kneeling down next to Eames and helping him with his lead, giving him a quirk of his lips. Everything could be shot to hell in a matter of seconds/minutes/hours and he could feel himself wanting that lasting touch, just in case.

They couldn't risk talking in public no matter if Robert and Cobb had gone, still -- he felt ready to talk to the other man about what happened months ago. About where this left them -- if it left them anywhere.

Eames had mated with him. Well...to be fair, his wolf had mated with him and that meant something according to his research. Something that couldn't exactly be ignored. As he made his way out of the airport with his luggage, Arthur pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Eames.

If you're not heading anywhere quick, meet me at the Renaissance hotel nearby? We can talk.

Comments

[ingeniously]

The job had been a trial, in many ways. Having Arthur so close, and yet being irritated with him for what he had done, acting so foolishly. A mix of emotions that he felt towards Arthur, concern and irritation and anger and more if he let himself think about it.

And then the stakes were much, much higher and he wanted to think it was Arthur's fault but it wasn't the security would have been an inconvenience at best if Cobb hadn't lied to them all.

Arthur approaching him on the second level had been a surprise - but slightly delightful with the way he told him to go to sleep.

His phone buzzed with a text as he waited for his luggage and he pulled it out, surprised and yet not to see it was from Arthur. An offer to talk.

He knew exactly about what. But he supposed Arthur deserved an explanation.

give me a bit to find a hotel and ill stop by