( After Eames' ( spectacularly ) drunken confession, there's radio silence for days. That's not surprising considering the job goes tits up almost immediately, and he's fairly sure Arthur doesn't want him bringing heat to his new front door. So he stays away, nurses the fragile parts of himself long enough to evade any law enforcement, and then before he can reconsider he throws himself on a flight.
His first walk around the block he keeps his head down, not looking towards the house, not making eye contact with anyone. His fourth and fifth, he actually considers walking up to the entrance way and knocking. But no, he keeps lapping around like he can stop his heart from exploding out of his chest.
This is ridiculous, he is ridiculous.
Eventually, when the sky is beginning to dim and some woman has shouted to Eames that she will call the police on him if she sees him again, he makes his way back. This time he has an actual honest to god bouquet of flowers, stalks a little bent in his vice like grip. He marches straight to the door and knocks, only realising that maybe Arthur isn't home. Maybe actually he wouldn't answer even if he was. He swears softly, biting the skin of his lower lip as he looks back out into the street.
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i will get to our other threads soon but i wanted to write thiss one while i remembered.
Date: 2018-07-13 07:56 pm (UTC)His first walk around the block he keeps his head down, not looking towards the house, not making eye contact with anyone. His fourth and fifth, he actually considers walking up to the entrance way and knocking. But no, he keeps lapping around like he can stop his heart from exploding out of his chest.
This is ridiculous, he is ridiculous.
Eventually, when the sky is beginning to dim and some woman has shouted to Eames that she will call the police on him if she sees him again, he makes his way back. This time he has an actual honest to god bouquet of flowers, stalks a little bent in his vice like grip. He marches straight to the door and knocks, only realising that maybe Arthur isn't home. Maybe actually he wouldn't answer even if he was. He swears softly, biting the skin of his lower lip as he looks back out into the street.
He should have kept quiet. )