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Arthur (noimaginationa) wrote,

Arthur wants to say that Eames has lied to him about two things already. One, that no one calls him Daniel, and Miles does, and two, that he has no family but apparently has a father - although he seems to be closer to Miles. Arthur can't say he appreciates being lied to in any capacity, but he thinks he understands.

He's lied to Eames too, that he was an attorney and he did divorces. But everything else, it's almost ironic that Arthur has lied less to Eames than the other way around. This makes him uncomfortable in a way he can't quite pick out.

Eames worried that it might be too hot. It is hot. It's summer now, and Arthur's spent the last three weeks in Cuba because that's apparently where work is. He can always find work elsewhere, but Arthur goes where the money is.

"I was in Havana. I hated it there, but they had good wine, at least. This is better, at least it's next to the sea." Arthur supposes he does have a tan. Everyone else was tan too, so he just never noticed. But Eames, Eames noticed. Had Eames thought about him often? "I don't think you want to tell me that the Professor has dirt on you. I might be tempted," maybe he doesn't want to finish that sentence.

"I'll...I'll see you later."



Percy supposes they all are. Young, foolish, stubborn. Wisdom only finds them when it's too late. But that's also the way they live, they claw their way out, wanting to come out on top, absolutely terrified of being swallowed up. "Generational hazard, but maybe I'll grow out of it soon."

Work, Percy is not like Arthur when it comes to work, but he's glad for a way out, if Miles is offering him one. "It's not even firearms anymore, really. People just want whatever kills. Maybe bullets will go out of fashion completely and I'd be out of a job. It's all about poison, more efficient silencers, so that when people are gone, I guess no one notices."

"...Daddy?"

At Mal's voice, Percy knows he's just visibly winced, and hastily downs the rest of his drink and stands up. Mal's wearing a blue sundress and a hat to match. She looks lovely for three-months.

"And Percy!" Mal kisses her father on the cheek and wraps him in a warm hug. She knows that she looks lovely and happy. She has to. "Did you both just get here? Dom was going to send a car."