[ Arthur does try to send another message, one that reads I'd say that'll be you, but with one less hand, I'm not sure.
Except it never goes through. A failed message auto-sends to his text inbox and he frowns at it for a few moments. Out of habit, he sends another, this time with less humor and more respond, but that also bounces. For about thirty minutes, he lays in bed, staring at the ceiling and phone set on his chest.
Then he falls asleep.
Several days pass without hide nor hair from Eames and while he's not worried, he's... well, he's worried. It's his constant state of being.
He'll never mention how relieved he feels when he finally gets a picture text of Eames himself, from a different number. In fact, he grins at the ridiculous picture. ]
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Date: 2017-11-28 12:42 am (UTC)Except it never goes through. A failed message auto-sends to his text inbox and he frowns at it for a few moments. Out of habit, he sends another, this time with less humor and more respond, but that also bounces. For about thirty minutes, he lays in bed, staring at the ceiling and phone set on his chest.
Then he falls asleep.
Several days pass without hide nor hair from Eames and while he's not worried, he's... well, he's worried. It's his constant state of being.
He'll never mention how relieved he feels when he finally gets a picture text of Eames himself, from a different number. In fact, he grins at the ridiculous picture. ]
It's the indigo check pattern.
I see you handily made it out of Saudi.