It had been quite a while since Arthur had been back in the states, too. He had spent most of his time in Europe, Japan, Russia, and even Australia over the years. So, being back "home" was a bit of a change but at the same time, it felt like he had never really left. Somehow, it felt like nothing had really changed in his absence. It almost felt calming in a way; not having to worry about certain customs or getting his currency exchanged, etc. He decided that he might stay a while. Especially since Cobb's name had been cleared (Arthur felt like he could come back with less guilt attached - and wouldn't have to go check on Cobb's kids himself).
However, while he felt happy for his friend, he knew in the back of his mind that he would have to deal with the inevitable fact that he was now out of a partner. A partner who had been a friend, too.
He would have to look for another job soon enough, as well. And it would be on his own. It wasn't the first time and Arthur found he often preferred to be alone but... Perhaps he had just gotten too used to being with Cobb. He'd simply just have to get used to working on his own again.
The whole job had been fraught with dangers from the outset. The whole thing had hinged on Cobb finding the right people to help them. Arthur hadn't wanted to do such a dangerous job, but Dom being his partner (and Arthur having promised Mal years ago that he would take care of him), he felt like he had no choice. He had to be there because no one else would do. He was the best at what he did - at least he often felt he was. That still didn't mean that it had been a smart choice to take the job. (Even if it had paid well, as Arthur saw when he looked up his bank account.)
And, as if to add insult to injury [of Arthur's pride], Cobb had gotten Eames involved in this whole thing. Granted, if they were going to have any Forger at all, Eames was the best. But Arthur hadn't really wanted to see the other man again, even if it had been three years since they last saw or spoke to each other. Arthur had actually been surprised by Eames' congenial air towards him at first - though he didn't let it show. He had just gone along as if their history with each other had been nothing but strictly professional, keeping his distance. Eames, of course, was the ass he usually was. But he still came through for all of them.
Arthur had fucked up on his information on the Fischer job, had nearly gotten them all killed, caught, and/or thrown into Limbo. He still didn't know how he managed what he did to help complete the job but he did. After that mistake he was hell-bent and determined to make sure they got out alive (even in taking on all the dream's projections himself). In some ways, he was still kicking himself over that stupid mistake.
But in the here and now, he was booked at a relatively decent hotel, in the United States, having successfully completed the impossible task of Inception. He was also alone in his own booth at a restaurant a block away from said hotel. You can bet money he was having at least one drink after the day he had had. He thought, in spite of everything that had happened and was to happen as a result, he deserved it. Leaning back into the cushioned seat that curved around him, he allowed his eyes to close, trying to decompress from the day's events.
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Date: 2010-10-26 04:31 am (UTC)However, while he felt happy for his friend, he knew in the back of his mind that he would have to deal with the inevitable fact that he was now out of a partner. A partner who had been a friend, too.
He would have to look for another job soon enough, as well. And it would be on his own. It wasn't the first time and Arthur found he often preferred to be alone but... Perhaps he had just gotten too used to being with Cobb. He'd simply just have to get used to working on his own again.
The whole job had been fraught with dangers from the outset. The whole thing had hinged on Cobb finding the right people to help them. Arthur hadn't wanted to do such a dangerous job, but Dom being his partner (and Arthur having promised Mal years ago that he would take care of him), he felt like he had no choice. He had to be there because no one else would do. He was the best at what he did - at least he often felt he was. That still didn't mean that it had been a smart choice to take the job. (Even if it had paid well, as Arthur saw when he looked up his bank account.)
And, as if to add insult to injury [of Arthur's pride], Cobb had gotten Eames involved in this whole thing. Granted, if they were going to have any Forger at all, Eames was the best. But Arthur hadn't really wanted to see the other man again, even if it had been three years since they last saw or spoke to each other. Arthur had actually been surprised by Eames' congenial air towards him at first - though he didn't let it show. He had just gone along as if their history with each other had been nothing but strictly professional, keeping his distance. Eames, of course, was the ass he usually was. But he still came through for all of them.
Arthur had fucked up on his information on the Fischer job, had nearly gotten them all killed, caught, and/or thrown into Limbo. He still didn't know how he managed what he did to help complete the job but he did. After that mistake he was hell-bent and determined to make sure they got out alive (even in taking on all the dream's projections himself). In some ways, he was still kicking himself over that stupid mistake.
But in the here and now, he was booked at a relatively decent hotel, in the United States, having successfully completed the impossible task of Inception. He was also alone in his own booth at a restaurant a block away from said hotel. You can bet money he was having at least one drink after the day he had had. He thought, in spite of everything that had happened and was to happen as a result, he deserved it. Leaning back into the cushioned seat that curved around him, he allowed his eyes to close, trying to decompress from the day's events.