[ That night hadn't been the last one Heine spent with Magato. Far from it. He'd slept at his place for a week straight, only pulling himself up to get work done. He'd been so exhausted after the sex and drugs that he missed parts of his schedule, leading to arguments, leading to worse.
Naoto corners him, finally. She tells him what he admittedly already knows: that he's fucking himself over and all his friends over, including Nill, by staying with Magato. He doesn't even make you happy, Naoto told him straight up. He's just making you more miserable.
Bishop helps him out. Nill talks to him again, because she's an angel, and Heine is a couple of weeks clean when he flies to the east coast with a backpack with his laptop and a few changes of clothes to repair work relationships and non-work relationships as well.
Even if he might not be able to get back to where he was with Eames, Heine can confidently say that he's done with Magato and his lifestyle. If this doesn't work out, it doesn't. At least he'll have tried, which is more than he could say before.
Heine's at the bar ahead of time. He's having a drink, having eaten actual food recently and feeling better because of it. When Eames appears he sits up straighter, hands squeezing on his glass. ]
:^)
Naoto corners him, finally. She tells him what he admittedly already knows: that he's fucking himself over and all his friends over, including Nill, by staying with Magato. He doesn't even make you happy, Naoto told him straight up. He's just making you more miserable.
Bishop helps him out. Nill talks to him again, because she's an angel, and Heine is a couple of weeks clean when he flies to the east coast with a backpack with his laptop and a few changes of clothes to repair work relationships and non-work relationships as well.
Even if he might not be able to get back to where he was with Eames, Heine can confidently say that he's done with Magato and his lifestyle. If this doesn't work out, it doesn't. At least he'll have tried, which is more than he could say before.
Heine's at the bar ahead of time. He's having a drink, having eaten actual food recently and feeling better because of it. When Eames appears he sits up straighter, hands squeezing on his glass. ]
Hey. [ Ugh. This is hard. ] ...how are you?