[The biggest part of Eames wanted to walk out of the door without acknowledging the two of them, to forget about either of them for as long as humanly possible. Heine had made his choice, had made it clear in the radio silence that followed, and Eames wasn't so much of a masochist that he wanted to spend any amount of time with him and his drug dealer.
However, there always was a petty part of him that thought, fuck it. If Heine couldn't meet his eyes, he'd stay until he could and rub it in his nose how well he was doing without him.]
As long as you keep buying.
[Eames slid into the booth, smiling mock sweetly, before turning to Heine.]
Hello. [Pointedly, for Magato's benefit.] You look like shit. Still letting him talk you into doing the hard stuff?
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However, there always was a petty part of him that thought, fuck it. If Heine couldn't meet his eyes, he'd stay until he could and rub it in his nose how well he was doing without him.]
As long as you keep buying.
[Eames slid into the booth, smiling mock sweetly, before turning to Heine.]
Hello. [Pointedly, for Magato's benefit.] You look like shit. Still letting him talk you into doing the hard stuff?