When Arthur closed his door, he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe this was happening. Hadn't he left this room, just hours ago, wanting nothing to do with the man? But... he had kept that sketch. After turning on some lights, he reached down into his pants pocket and gingerly pulled it out. It was a little wet and bent up but still in relatively good condition.
He set it on the nightstand by his bed and started to undress. He wasn't sure where this was going to go exactly but... if Eames really wanted to try again and it genuinely made him as happy as it seemed to then Arthur was willing to try, too. Because, when faced with the opposite possibility, he had not wanted that. At all. Not as much as he had once thought. So, if he wanted to avoid that, then he'd have to take a chance and really learn to trust Eames.
He ended up taking a quick shower and drying off, redressing in his other casual clothes and after taking a minute to check his die again, he took a deep breath and left his room. The walk down the hall to Eames room, while only two doors down from his, seemed far too long and he hesitated in knocking on the door. He had to shake himself before finally getting up enough nerve to knock on the door. Now if only he could get his heart rate down.
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Date: 2010-10-29 06:43 am (UTC)He set it on the nightstand by his bed and started to undress. He wasn't sure where this was going to go exactly but... if Eames really wanted to try again and it genuinely made him as happy as it seemed to then Arthur was willing to try, too. Because, when faced with the opposite possibility, he had not wanted that. At all. Not as much as he had once thought. So, if he wanted to avoid that, then he'd have to take a chance and really learn to trust Eames.
He ended up taking a quick shower and drying off, redressing in his other casual clothes and after taking a minute to check his die again, he took a deep breath and left his room. The walk down the hall to Eames room, while only two doors down from his, seemed far too long and he hesitated in knocking on the door. He had to shake himself before finally getting up enough nerve to knock on the door. Now if only he could get his heart rate down.