[When it rained, it poured. Eames was sure the way he kept his face carefully neutral was just as telling as if he had let out a wounded noise, but after seeing Heine the whole gambit of emotions he had been trying to avoid came rushing for him mercilessly. He could still remember their easy banter, the lazy jam sessions, waking up and reaching for him. Just as easily he could remember their ugly fights, how deep he realized he was and that he was alone in it, and the terrible hollowness that had settled in his chest as he had flown away from this city.
'Hey' indeed.
Eames' gaze flickered from Magato's hold on Heine to the man's face in question, finally settling on a quaint smile.]
No need for pleasantries, I was just leaving. Good to see you.
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'Hey' indeed.
Eames' gaze flickered from Magato's hold on Heine to the man's face in question, finally settling on a quaint smile.]
No need for pleasantries, I was just leaving. Good to see you.