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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[ 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.

[Despite the belief to the contrary, Eames wasn't so great when it came to dealing with his own emotions. Everyone else's were easy, but his always felt better if they were neatly tucked away and never discussed. So he was willing to let Heine slide off the hook with that, nudging their knees together in unspoken solidarity.

That being said, he only beamed innocently at Heine's question.]

We both know if I wanted to say something, I would darling.

[He nodded towards Heine's food, to find neutral ground.]

What do you think?

[ He knows very well that Eames would say whatever was on his mind. That's something he likes. Unfortunately.

At least talking about the food is easy. ]

It's good. [ He finishes another bite, chewing slowly to give himself a few more seconds before he replies. ] Do you eat here a lot?

[ He can't remember Eames cooking very much. ]

High praise from you indeed.

[Eames paused at the question, torn between pointing out how that sounded too close to a cheesy line to be taken seriously, before deciding against it.]

Yeah. Enough so that seeing me here is normal.

[ Seems like Eames knows what's going on in his life, even if it also does seem lonelier than Heine might have first thought. But they're seeing each other, at least. ]

Still not cooking? [ He gives a small shrug, and amends, ] Nill was getting on my case about it.

Not if I can help it.

[Also Heine had seen his place. It wasn't really fit for any sort of cooking. That being said, he grinned at the image of Nill hounding Heine about anything.]

You should listen to her, she's very smart. How is she doing?

Good. She's picking up some new projects with some jazz musician from England.

[ Maybe Eames knows him? Heine doesn't jump to that conclusion, and instead adds, ]

Naoto's as murderous as ever.

Anyone I know?

[Eames had a vested interest in keeping Nill safe and sound, and while at first it had been a way to get closer to Heine, Nill was a friend in her own right, nowadays. While she could take care of herself, he didn't mind being added to the long list of people who would be burying the body of whoever hurt her.

He did laugh a bit at the mention of Naoto, somewhat comforted by that thought.]

She has every reason to be. I'm surprised she didn't try to gut you sooner.

Probably because I managed to avoid her for a couple of weeks.

[ During the worst of it, Magato's apartment had been both a refuge and a place where he continued to downward spiral. ]

I heard she talked to Yusuf.

You can never escape a woman's wrath for long.

[Eames said, feeling a tinge of sympathy for Yusuf. He'd have to call on him to make sure he still had all of his limbs in tact. And while he didn't want to bring up Magato's name, like it was a bad luck omen to their shaky peace, his curiosity won out as it always did.]

Any idea what she is going to do with Magato?

[ Raising his eyebrows, Heine nevertheless nods. He picks up another bite and is still chewing it when Eames asks after... Magato.

Well. They probably would've had to talk about it eventually. ]

Chase him out of town if she has her way. It's not like she hasn't hated him forever.

[The lack of reaction out of Heine was either practiced or perhaps he really didn't care either way about the fate of Magato. He wasn't sure whether this was a good sign or not.]

Those two are very odd.

[As if Eames' friends are any better.]

I'm sure everyone close to you would breathe easier if she did.

[ That could be true, and honestly, Heine was aware that most people didn't like Magato much even while going out with him. ]

Are you included in that?

Is there a good answer to that?

[Eames retorted easily, pausing when he noticed some people starting to gather across the street. People with obnoxiously big cameras.]

Fancy being on the front of the tabloids again or should we wrap this up?

Guess you're still doing well.

[ That is, if there are people still trying to get tabloid photos of him. Heine doesn't make eye contact across the street and instead begins to pack up his leftovers into the takeout box. ]

Think they're interested enough to try and follow us?

Or you.

[Eames pointed out, gathering up his garbage to throw it away, tucking his hands in his front pockets as he considered the question.]

Normally I would have said no, but you being here is different. Let's just be quick, shall we?

[Unconsciously, or perhaps pointedly, he put a hand on the small of Heine's back to help steer him along.]

[ Heine was hoping he wasn't recognized, but he hadn't worn a hat and his hair and eyes are... well, very obvious. He holds the takeout box one hand and gets up. ]

Where are we going?

[ They're close to Eames' place, and Heine is letting him lead. ]

We can hide out at my place since it's now inhabitable for humans, or we can duck into a restaurant nearby if my place is too forward.

[Heine was surprisingly pliable, but Eames wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.]

We can go to yours. I'll be the judge of how inhabitable it is.

[ Pliable, and maybe even in a better mood now that they've eaten and had a civil conversation, even after the mention of Magato. ]

Did you work any more on the songs?

[ He starts walking, turning his back on the photographers. ]

It'll be up to even your high standards.

[Luckily, Eames' apartment doorman was used to the song and dance about the paparazzi, holding the door open for the both of them before gently gesturing for the photographers to go elsewhere. The damage was done already, but Eames couldn't help but feel a small sense of satisfaction. Would Magato see those pictures and get annoyed? He hoped so.

He used the stairs instead of the elevator to get back to his floor, shaking his head at the question.]

Just did a few tweaks here or there. Nothing too serious. Why, are you eager to listen again already?

[He shot Heine a knowing wink, plodding over to his door to unlock it. It was like a whole different apartment, the only thing still the same from the other day was the painting, but it'd been pushed more out of the way.]

[ Heine keeps up, going up the stairs and not looking back at the people hanging back around the front door. They aren't interested enough to follow them inside, at least. ]

Don't have a lot better to do. [ He's eaten, and all the other things that he and Eames tend to do... don't seem like a good idea just yet. ] If you feel like recording any more.

It's been a while since we recorded anything together. It could be fun.

[He shut the door behind them both, gesturing for Heine to stick his leftovers in the fridge, heading into his studio to boot everything up.]

If you're so inclined, my recent string of videos have been drunk karaoke themed. Would you do me the great honor of drinking with me and singing something?

We'll see about that.

[ Drunk karaoke. Heine gives him a sideways look, but he goes with him into his apartment anyway.

It takes a while for them to fall back into the rhythm of things. Longer than Heine really expected, because he almost thought they'd end up sleeping together the first night the met up again. But it's almost a week before Eames comes into his hotel room and Heine kisses his throat and presses him up against the door, on the last night before he returns to LA. ]

You smell like the Indian food.

[ Heine mumbles against his skin, fingers sliding under Eames' shirt to tug at the waistband of his pants. Dinner had been hours ago already, so Eames still smells faintly of spices, but moreso his cologne and himself. ]

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