[The last meeting in LA, had in Eames mind, been the last of it. Even if Heine wasn't happy, had looked like a strung out doll, quiet and sunken in next to Magato, he had made his choice. Eames could only watch or care for so long, so he had forced it from his mind. If even Nill couldn't reach him, what could he do?
He had been steeling himself for the next time he saw Heine being on some remembrance slideshow splashed across the news, so when he had gotten a message from Heine that he was in his neck of the woods and wanted to meet up, he was surprised. He had been half tempted to ignore it entirely, and had done so up until the last day Heine was there, struggling with how he felt. But in the end, he wanted to see him, even if Magato was there. Because one of his biggest regrets of the last meeting was not punching Magato in the face.
So, he replied back to say he'd be at the chosen bar at seven, not sure what to expect as he slid into the booth opposite of Heine.]
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He had been steeling himself for the next time he saw Heine being on some remembrance slideshow splashed across the news, so when he had gotten a message from Heine that he was in his neck of the woods and wanted to meet up, he was surprised. He had been half tempted to ignore it entirely, and had done so up until the last day Heine was there, struggling with how he felt. But in the end, he wanted to see him, even if Magato was there. Because one of his biggest regrets of the last meeting was not punching Magato in the face.
So, he replied back to say he'd be at the chosen bar at seven, not sure what to expect as he slid into the booth opposite of Heine.]
Hey.