[ An architect. Of course--of course, because that's Arthur, always one step ahead, always planning for disaster. He's a damn good point man because of it, and he's a damn good friend, and Cobb knocks back a wholesome sip before finally letting himself sit, too, sighing as his body protests.
Christ, he needs sleep. ]
Good plan. Lay low, get work. [ Which will be illegal, from now on, he supposes. He wishes he cared more--but he's already adapting, telling himself he'll do anything, build for anyone, if it even gets him a little closer to his kids. He'll build the fucking taj mahal despite the fact that they can't draw on what they know if that's what was needed.
There are dreams, of course. Sort of dreams, he doesn't dream anymore, but he swore he did on the plane. He swore he saw Mal.
No. Not the time. Focus on something else, focus on-- ]
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Date: 2017-11-25 10:45 pm (UTC)Christ, he needs sleep. ]
Good plan. Lay low, get work. [ Which will be illegal, from now on, he supposes. He wishes he cared more--but he's already adapting, telling himself he'll do anything, build for anyone, if it even gets him a little closer to his kids. He'll build the fucking taj mahal despite the fact that they can't draw on what they know if that's what was needed.
There are dreams, of course. Sort of dreams, he doesn't dream anymore, but he swore he did on the plane. He swore he saw Mal.
No. Not the time. Focus on something else, focus on-- ]
Arthur.
Are you okay?