When he can't move, he looks down, noting with a kind of detached surprise that his hands are gripping the shelves behind the counter so hard that his knuckles have turned white, and the metal edges are digging into his palms a little. Huh, he thinks.
He makes himself let go, finger by finger, and looks up to see the man regarding him with narrowed eyes.
Just... oh, oh Eames. I love that even after everything, there is some level of him that knows Arthur, and that Arthur's kind of using this chance, this one chance he knows he has to get what he wants. If that makes sense.
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Date: 2011-12-17 11:15 pm (UTC)When he can't move, he looks down, noting with a kind of detached surprise that his hands are gripping the shelves behind the counter so hard that his knuckles have turned white, and the metal edges are digging into his palms a little. Huh, he thinks.
He makes himself let go, finger by finger, and looks up to see the man regarding him with narrowed eyes.
Just... oh, oh Eames. I love that even after everything, there is some level of him that knows Arthur, and that Arthur's kind of using this chance, this one chance he knows he has to get what he wants. If that makes sense.
Also I love me a good open ending. UGH YES.