[ The silence is painfully long. It's nothing like the comfortable quiet that lasted between them before in the mornings when Heine was sleeping in his bed on the East Coast, or after a lazy dinner before he went back to the airport for a red eye flight.
This is worse, so much worse. Heine almost starts when Eames speaks to him, pinning him with a sharp look over the table.
But he won't make the mistake of doubting him again. ]
Okay. [ He relaxes slowly back into his seat. They'll both try this time. It'll be different, even if it isn't good, and Eames is right: at least they can say they've tried. ]
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This is worse, so much worse. Heine almost starts when Eames speaks to him, pinning him with a sharp look over the table.
But he won't make the mistake of doubting him again. ]
Okay. [ He relaxes slowly back into his seat. They'll both try this time. It'll be different, even if it isn't good, and Eames is right: at least they can say they've tried. ]
I did miss you.