[ Just as it's easier to not acknowledge or pretend that elephant isn't there, it's also easier to treat it like it doesn't affect him. Like it never did, never will. But that touch, however brief, just reminds Arthur of how untrue that whole train of thought is. How absolutely absurd he's been trying to convince himself otherwise. He can almost hear Mal laughing at him, like when she had teased him about things early on. It's like a blunt weapon digging into his chest. His breath constricts in his throat as he watches Eames, having to swallow hard. Despite that, he almost wants to smile at the familiar scent on the other end - mint and musk. It was always pretty fitting. He's both amused and surprised Eames hasn't changed it.
But still. He takes another step back, the softness in his expression (and the memories to come with it) pulled back into something neutral even closed off. ]
I assisted you. Try paying attention to where you're going, yeah?
[ He's turning to walk on, keeping an eye upward. Yet, true to form, he has to correct the other man before he plans to leave. ]
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But still. He takes another step back, the softness in his expression (and the memories to come with it) pulled back into something neutral even closed off. ]
I assisted you. Try paying attention to where you're going, yeah?
[ He's turning to walk on, keeping an eye upward. Yet, true to form, he has to correct the other man before he plans to leave. ]