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[ Nill introduced him to the agency, promising him that it wouldn't be a bad experience to just go in and talk to the guy. Apparently he trains some of the dogs himself, which is why there are so few to choose from, but even if it didn't work out on his first visit he'd help him in the long run. With Nill's experience in the field, Heine trusts her word.

That doesn't mean he isn't stressed about it. After years of coping with his problems by himself, asking for help or admitting he needs it at all throws of the precarious routine he maintains most days.

The appointment he makes is later in the morning to avoid crowds on their way to work. When he arrives he's not sure where to go and ends up waiting in the reception area, standing by an empty desk with his hands in his pockets. ]

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[The way that Heine froze up underneath his hand was noted, and Eames gave him a bit more space as an unspoken apology, snorting at his retort.]

First means the best most of the time, I'm sure you're aware.

Guess I'll just have to prove that there are exceptions.

[ Cerberus is still on alert, looking around but sitting in his place next to them. Heine is quiet for a few more seconds before he tilts his head towards the exit of the park. ]

I'm ready to head back.

We should see how he reacts around the other dogs.

[Eames said, pleased that Cerberus had been very attentive and still for the duration of their talk.]

Then we can head back.

Right now?

[ Do they have to? Heine reaches out and Cerberus turns to put his head under it. ]

You're not curious to see how far he's come?

[Eames won't force it, but the park is only a few steps away. It seemed like a wasted opportunity.]

But if you both are tired already, we can head back.

[ ...right now? Heine continues to rub his fingers between Cerberus' ears, touching the short fur with his head tilted down. Even if he couldn't see even with his head up, he stays that way until the thought of giving up pisses him off enough. ]

Fine, let's go.

That's the spirit.

[Eames couldn't help but laugh slightly as he stood up, heading down the path towards the dog park. Cerberus swung his head around at the sound of barking, tensing, but once he noticed the fence between him and the other dogs, he seemed to relax. He stuck closer to Heine, however, something that Eames was pleased to note.

Feeling a bit daring, he went to lean against the fence to watch both Cerberus and his owner.]

He's doing remarkably well so far.

[ The spirit of reluctant participation? ]

From that I'm assuming he's not pissing everywhere.

[ Heine would hear, if he were, but that doesn't stop him from expressing some dry humor... of sorts. A moment later he hears another noise: a second dog panting and whoofing on the other side of the fence. Cerberus pulls lightly against his lead, interest piqued. ]

Better outside than inside.

[He would be in good company at least, if going by what the other dogs were doing was the way to judge. He'd give it a few more minutes before nodding, starting to head back towards Heine's house.]

That's enough for today. Did you have anything else planned?

[ Good pee joke, Eames; Heine deigns it with a small snort. ]

No.

[ And it's only early afternoon! But Heine is ready to go back, following Eames' lead to go back to his house and refuel. ]

[The small noise coming out of Heine sounded suspiciously like a laugh, and Eames was going to view it as a win.]

Good, I'm starving. Do you want company for lunch?

[ The offer is kind of a surprise. Heine takes a second to think it over, because hanging out with people who aren't Nill or... okay, anyone who isn't Nill, is something of a rarity. ]

Are you going to follow me even if I say no?

[ Heine gives him a small smirk as he starts walking with Cerberus out of the park and to a retail area he sometimes likes to get food. ]

Because I may be blind, but I'd notice.

[That quip was enough to make Eames laugh despite himself, and he crossed his arms over his chest, shooting the other man an amused look he probably wouldn't appreciate.]

Of course I wouldn't. I know if you lose one sense, the others pick up the slack.

[He paused, frowning slightly.]

Or is Hollywood lying to me about that as well?

Shouldn't you know this?

[ Since he works for other sight-impaired people already. But Heine helps him out, though he does also suspect Eames is sort of messing with him. ]

Depends on the person, but yeah. Some people can use echoes like bats.

Every person's circumstances are different, aren't they?

[Eames said easily enough, keeping an eye on Cerberus' behavior as they made their way back to Heine's house. He seemed to be happier as they left the distractions of the park.]

So are you one of them?

I can't hear that well.

[ Heine holds the lead carefully, following his own memory back and Cerberus' as well. ]

What, do you have any weird talents?

[It was interesting to follow Heine back home, watching him as he moved effortlessly despite the obstacles. If it wasn't for his previous knowledge and Cerberus, he probably wouldn't have given him another glance. Well, Eames amended, watching his backside for a moment, he may have.

At the question, he turned his attention back to Heine, laughing.]

Loads of useless ones. Card tricks, being able to karaoke without shame, copying people's handwriting.

[ Unaware of Eames' less professional thoughts, Heine keeps walking. Bringing Cerberus into a more populated part of town after already taking him to the dog park seems like too much for one day, so they can put him at him before they go for food. ]

Handwriting? How about signatures?

Signatures are the easiest. People write them so often, and they're never identical. My mom had a cow when she figured out how often I forged her signatures.

[He paused, glancing over at Heine with a grin.]

But I only use my skills for good, I assure you.

[ Eames does use his skills for good, for the most part, and when he uses them for worse causes Heine usually thinks it's funny. They get along well because of that. The check-ups with Cerberus become less necessary. Heine gets used to having a pet, having a service dog, and having someone new in his life, all stemming from the choice that he made. Though admittedly he was pushed into it by Nill and his other connections.

He and Eames started going out for dinner together outside of Cerberus' training. More than once, in fact, and the mild jokes Eames made about getting past his defenses aren't unfounded anymore.

They're something, but nothing Heine has to think about for too long. He can do what he wants, he's an adult, and he doesn't have to make any excuses or explanations about why he's inviting Eames into his bedroom. ]

You can sit.

[ He's taken off his glasses and set them aside, freeing his hands to... do nothing, for now, just to listen to Eames. ]

[Normally, Eames was very strict about keeping his business life and his personal life separately. Sleeping with a client was the number one way to get himself in a whole heap of trouble, but Heine wasn't really a client anymore, was he? Cerberus' training was all but complete, and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy Heine's company. He had grown to like his caustic wit, the secrets he would give in one word answers like kernels of gold, and the way he had opened his home to Cerberus, and eventually, Eames.

Saying he was surprised at how this song and dance had gone would be a discredit to both of them, so instead he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over a nearby chair as he watched Heine take off his glasses. Obediently, he took a seat, resting his hands loosely against the inside of his thighs, just taking Heine in.]

You can come closer. I only bite if you've been particularly bad.

[ Heine snorts loudly. He's comfortable here, lights on for Eames' benefit, beginning to undress with his jacket first. He hangs it on a hook before finally walking to Eames where he's sitting on the bed. ]

Sounds like you need some training yourself.

Yeah? Don't tell me you have a collar hidden here somewhere.

[Eames teased, reaching out for Heine as soon as he was close enough, pressing kisses along the column of his neck. He wasn't in any rush, and other than looping his fingers through Heine's belt loops, made no other moves to undress or touch him.]

I own a dog.

[ So, how weird would that really be? Heine's hips tip forward an inch from the fingers in the loops, head tilting to the side as if he's considering Eames.

Well—he is. Just not with his eyes. ]

You can take your own clothes off.

You'd really have me wear one of Cereberus' hand me downs? Not very sexy.

[Eames joked, but he was quick enough to comply, taking off his shirt and shrugging out of his pants and socks quickly enough. Unlike his jacket, he was fine with leaving them on a heap in the floor, striping out of his underwear last, before starting to work on Heine's clothes.]

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