drear | i will sail to the far shore

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i will sail to the far shore

[ Los Angeles is a city of easy prey, and that's nice, when he's not feeling up to a chase or trying to find new ways of getting close to Naoto. Not only that, it's where Heine lives.

At first he really thought the guy was fucking his beloved "sister". Continued denials and his own sniffing around have put that thought to rest, and then brought to light a new fact: Heine's pretty easy, too. It probably helps that he knows Magato has no interest in fame or fortune for himself. All Magato really wants is the fucking around—in all meanings of the phrase.

Speaking of fucking around, there's that one guy walking into the bar... Eames, if he remembers correctly. Sorta famous, sorta not, whatever. He definitely has a thing for Snowflake.

So of course Magato turns from where he's sitting at the bar and raises one hand in a lazy wave, fingers curling toward his palm. ]

Fancy seeing you tonight. You come here often?

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Ariadne's there.

[ Heine offers that with a small smirk. ]

If you don't think it's interesting then don't waste your time on it.

That reminds me, you two should definitely have a bet as to who will win. It'd be interesting.

[And Eames wasn't living vicariously, nope. He hummed thoughtfully at that, shrugging.]

Maybe I just like the season I was on the best. It seems hard to top that.

Interesting enough for you to watch?

[ Heine's teasing, though; he's not that desperate for Eames to watch a partially faked reality show he happens to be on. ]

You did pretty well. You even improved.

Maybe, but my money would be on Ariadne. She's nicer to her contestants and she knows how to motivate them.

[Eames paused, eyes widening slightly.]

That must be the second compliment you've paid me tonight. Are you feeling all right?

I'm fine.

[ Heine stops with the rim of the bottle at his lips. Looking at Eames doesn't hurt so much anymore, and he's glad that he tried, after all the drama and all the issues. ]

...I did miss you. [ With a short shrug, Heine moves and folds into himself, setting both of his elbows on his knees. ] Not just sleeping with you.

[Eames had no problem getting up on stage wearing ridiculous outfits ( most of the time he even encouraged them ). He rarely felt stage fright, and more than one person had told him he should learn the definition of the word embarrassment. He couldn't say he had many fears, but this... Admitting that he had missed Heine too when Heine had already hurt him without knowing he'd had that power... It was enough to make him pause.

He dropped his gaze, throat suddenly tight, his hands twisting together.]

Same here.

[The admission was soft, and as if to take away from it, he glanced up, grinning slightly.]

Though you did miss that too, I imagine.

Well, yeah. [ That lightens things up. Which is good. Heine snorts softly, shrugging like that can push off the feelings before he sits back again.

But. But. Heine opens his mouth to talk again, slowly. ]

I should head back. Are you doing anything tomorrow?

[That got a small laugh out of Eames, and while he wasn't opposed to leaning in, to make up for lost time, but there was something nice about knowing that this wasn't going to disappear just after tonight. He shrugged when Heine asked about his plans, grinning.]

Probably cleaning and working on music. If you want to drop by, just let me know.

[He got up languidly, nodding.]

I'll walk you out.

I'll text you to make sure you're done cleaning up this mess.

[ He's joking, mostly. But seriously, it's pretty gross.

After Eames walks him out, Heine says goodbye to him at the door, having called a car to take home. As he promised, Heine texts Eames the next day before thinking about going over, at the comfortable hour of 2PM after lunch. ]

how's your spring cleaning going

[As it goes, Eames stayed up late in implementing the changes that Heine suggested, tweaking them a bit further until he was satisfied. It kept him up until light was just breaking, and when he stumbled into bed, he was dead to the world. He woke up half an hour before Heine texted him, and he was in the middle of cleaning and debating about ordering take out when he got the text.]

It's a bit late for spring, isn't it? Just like my start to cleaning. What are you up to?

better late than never
finished my meeting. you want to meet for dinner?

[Dinner outside of his flat was a good compromise, and he was glad Heine suggested it instead of rushing to make everything suitable for human occupation.]

Sure. There's a new Greek restaurant I've been wanting to try, or if you're feeling lucky, there are some good food trucks near my flat.

[With this still being new, he felt like going to places they had never gone before instead of retreading the same steps they had taken before, restaurants included.]

I can risk the food trucks.

[ And maybe being outdoors with distracting noise will offset some awkwardness. The weather outside now isn't bad either, so they can eat in the plaza, and then... go wherever the night takes them.

Did he seriously just think that? Ugh. After confirming Eames' address so they can meet at the food trucks, he goes back to his hotel room to put on more casual clothes and get ready to meet him there. ]

How bold of you. I promise it'll be worth it. I'll meet you at [insert address] in two hours.

[The remaining time he finished cleaning up his apartment, making the conscious decision to make the rest of the apartment more inhabitable and leaving the bedroom untouched. Heine had seemed to want to take it slow yesterday, so remembering his room was a mess might be enough to deter him from doing anything hastily. Presumably.

After a quick shower and changing into nondescript clothing, he headed over to the food truck court, figuring with the five parked around a bustling park, one of them would be acceptable.]

[ Two hours of time is plenty to take a nap. Heine sets an alarm, lies down, and closes his eyes.

Somehow, even knowing that he's going to meet Eames again in a few hours, the exhaustion inherent to having a terrible lifestyle for months before trying to get his shit together means that he still falls asleep.

Heine's never that picky about food, so looking at the food trucks from a distance, he's already sure he'll get something. Which means all he has to worry about is Eames. ]

Hey. [ He'd napped in his clothes—a plain black t-shirt and black jeans that don't show much wrinkling—and he figures Eames has seen his hair in worse states. This is casual. He doesn't wave. ] Got a specific kind of food poisoning to recommend?

Hey. You just wake up?

[Eames can't help but laugh at Heine's sleep mused hair, helpfully trying to make it lie down in the back before giving up and tucking his hands in his front pockets. It only hits him then how casual and forward that gesture had been, but he shook the thought off before it could take root and sprout a thousand thoughts that'd entangle him like thorns.

Instead, he huffed, mock offended.]

I'll have you know only one of these trucks gave me food poisoning and it was worth it. But in all seriousness, the Mediterranean fusion truck means business."

I took a nap.

[ Heine stares at Eames, unable to quite suppress his surprise at how readily he seems to be make contact. Last night they'd hardly brushed against each other.

After they separate, Heine looks aside, trying to not feel weird about it. Because—casual. This is casual. ]

Good business or bad business?

Long day already?

[Despite Heine's trepidation, Eames was going to make a beeline for the Mediterranean truck, grinning.]

Good business. If you don't like it, you can always give it to me.

Talking to marketing people makes any day long.

[ Heine lets out a heavy sigh, partially for effect, and goes with Eames to the Mediterranean food truck. ]

Got a suggestion for good business?

[ He'll take it, if he has one. After food's ordered Heine takes a moment to look at Eames once more, taking him in in proper lighting this time. ]

So does your apartment look less like a dump now?

Why not have an associate go in your stead? Especially if it was going to be long and boring.

[Not that Eames could really judge, considering his agent told him constantly he didn't have to be in every meeting he went to. Still, he liked going to most just to make sure he was being represented properly and to get a feel for the people he was going to do business with.

As they settled down to eat food, he let out a bark of laughter, nudging Heine's knee with his own, mock offended.]

Excuse you, I was in a very creative and productive time of my life. I didn't have time for cleaning.

[He paused to bite into his food, before adding:]

It's more inhabitable now though.

I have a reputation I'm supposed to repair.

[ According to his agent, anyway, and Heine does prefer to be employed. ]

Has your bedroom even been accessible for the last month?

[ With all the things scattered, Heine doubts his pathing capabilities. He does trust his food recommendations, though, so he digs the plastic fork into the rice to start eating. ]

Need any help?

[Reputations are tricky things, and Eames has been told he's pretty charismatic. He hadn't been in the business as long as Heine had been, but he'd been feeling his way around pretty well. Anything he could do to help, he'd do without hesitation.

... Which felt a bit much to say in the face of Heine being so rude to him. He scoffed slightly, straightening his spine.]

I've been able to get to it just fine.

[Mostly because he'd kicked stuff out of the way but anyone else would have found the journey perilous.]

[ Instinctively, because he has been in this business longer than Eames has, Heine gives him a sour look over a forkful of food. It fades a second later into a more blank stare and he shakes his head. ]

I'll figure it out. It's my fault anyway.

[ He makes sure to rib Eames some more, just in case he thought he was getting soft or something. ]

You sure you're not sleeping on the floor with all the bottles instead? Looked cozy.

[At that look, Eames raised up his hands as if to defend himself, frowning slightly when Heine shook his head.]

I can't say I agree. When you're an addict, you're not going to make great choices.

[he paused, not sure if he should even bother in saying it, but if they were going to be serious about this, Eames wanted to be clear. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.]

Don't shut out the people who care about you, okay?

[Then, leaning back he went back to picking at his food, snorting at Heine's rudeness.]

They were good bedfellows, I'll admit. A lot less rude than some of the people I've slept with.

[ Eames' response isn't what Heine expected, and he feels like it isn't what he deserves. ]

Yeah. ...I'll try.

[ In the meantime: ]

Are you trying to say something about me? Because you already did last time.

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