No, you know what, I don't deserve this shit. [ Eames is a sudden frightening shape of a man. But there's something strange and vulnerable in his face. He points at Arthur, a sharp jerk of his fist. ]
You cannot keep playing your games with me, Arthur. Either you hate me or you don't. But make up your fucking mind. Because I'm done.
[This is not the first time that Arthur has punched Eames in the face, and it probably won't be the last. Really, no one else ever seems capable of doing this, of inciting passionate violence instead of precise violence out of Arthur.
He reels back, more angry than before.]
I didn't show you that dream because I plan on using it, you know.
[ Arthur's a good hit. He always has been. And Eames never sees it coming. That's probably why he laughs again, his hands coming off to ward off another. ]
Then why? What's the point? Why do you ever do anything?
[ He throws his hands up, a strange kind of panic lighting up his face. ] Arthur, I don't profess to be the guru of romance but I'm fairly certain that being with someone means being with someone, wanting to know every inch of them, to understand them.
[ His gaze goes soft and a little sad. ] You're not Mal. I'm not Cobb. I wouldn't let you burn up, no matter how dangerous you think it is. I don't want to hurt you. I've never wanted that.
[ He blooms to life underneath Arthur's touch, his hands settling against his waist where his fingers can fist in his shirt. It's been a long time coming and Eames kisses him like he's been storing each one he would give up. It's intense and it's passionate but there's a gentleness there underneath. Arthur had told him he's afraid to be with him and so Eames is cautious, licking in to his mouth with a careful kind of admiration.
He doesn't move away, he can't. But when they break apart to breathe Eames looks dazed. ] All right?
[ His palm moves from his waist to cup his face, Eames' calloused fingertips still doing their best to be as gentle as possible. He still has a hunger in his eyes, a bend of desire to his mouth, but he's cautious of what Arthur said before.
He has to prove that he's better than that. ] Good.
[ He should have known Arthur would be passionate underneath his expertly pressed suits and glinting watches. But it still takes him by surprise when the hunger is introduced, Eames making a soft noise as he pulls him back in by his hips.
He bites Arthur's lower lip with a flash of his eyes and then a smirk, fingertips gently tracing circles against his shirt. ] I'll do my best.
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You cannot keep playing your games with me, Arthur. Either you hate me or you don't. But make up your fucking mind. Because I'm done.
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[He is not afraid of Eames, has never been afraid of Eames. And now he's getting angry, too.]
I have never hated you. You're infuriating, intolerable, but it's because you don't care, but I have never-
[He takes a step back, calm, then, or maybe the appearance of calm.]
I know exactly what it is, Eames. But I will not apologize for that.
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You took one look at me and made up your mind, Arthur. I'm just playing the part you gave me.
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[It's not shouted, it's said with a snarl, something just below proper hearing.]
All your sweethearts and darlings just melt away when I finally-
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When you what?
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I didn't do it to irritate you.
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Well, surprise. You've surpassed your desires!
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He reels back, more angry than before.]
I didn't show you that dream because I plan on using it, you know.
[Those fractals, they're Arthur's, they're purely Arthur's.]
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Then why? What's the point? Why do you ever do anything?
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Are you saying you can't read me, Eames?
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[ He's less angry now, more defeated. ] I thought I might, once upon a time.
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[Okay, he's going to try this again. He goes very quiet.]
If I made it easy, you would consume me.
[GOD EAMES HE IS TRUSTING YOU NOT TO BE A CHILD ABOUT HIS WORDING]
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If that's what you think then you don't know me at all.
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[He gives him that much credit.]
I would drown in your personality.
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[ He throws his hands up, a strange kind of panic lighting up his face. ] Arthur, I don't profess to be the guru of romance but I'm fairly certain that being with someone means being with someone, wanting to know every inch of them, to understand them.
[ His gaze goes soft and a little sad. ] You're not Mal. I'm not Cobb. I wouldn't let you burn up, no matter how dangerous you think it is. I don't want to hurt you. I've never wanted that.
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It's much better in real life.]
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He doesn't move away, he can't. But when they break apart to breathe Eames looks dazed. ] All right?
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Yes.
[Yes. All right. They communicate so well with so little.]
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He has to prove that he's better than that. ] Good.
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[He says it, and kisses Eames again, carefully, and then harder, hungrier.]
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He bites Arthur's lower lip with a flash of his eyes and then a smirk, fingertips gently tracing circles against his shirt. ] I'll do my best.