Well that was unexpected. Eames had been thinking that he'd actually have to track the other man down, and he wasn't entirely sure what to do about the fact that he didn't. Arthur, he thought, looked terrible, and Eames knew from experience that he probably felt worse.
He debated going over to say good morning, but it was only a momentary, fleeting thought, because he knew if he did he'd get a fist to the face at the very least, and he'd be lucky if he didn't get knifed, really. He huffed a laugh then, realizing that he'd fallen still, staring, that was a good way to be inconspicous wasn't it? He smiled crookedly, shaking his head and sipping at his own coffee as he finished making his list, keeping watch on Arthur out of the corner of his eye.
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Date: 2010-10-26 10:57 pm (UTC)He debated going over to say good morning, but it was only a momentary, fleeting thought, because he knew if he did he'd get a fist to the face at the very least, and he'd be lucky if he didn't get knifed, really. He huffed a laugh then, realizing that he'd fallen still, staring, that was a good way to be inconspicous wasn't it? He smiled crookedly, shaking his head and sipping at his own coffee as he finished making his list, keeping watch on Arthur out of the corner of his eye.