AN: Hello, hello! It's been so long since I've been on this site, my apologies. I've kind of been running low on free time lately. Hopefully I'll have more time to spare on this lovely hobby for a time so that I can get a few chapters up without it taking months.
I'll kindly step aside now so you may read what I have to present so far...
Unwelcome
Arthur walked into the room while in the process of removing a hooded sweatshirt, therefore he was halfway through to the bed before catching a glimpse of the trespasser.
Eames chuckled richly with his hand over his mouth, half-heartedly attempting to cover his laughter.
Arthur, stopped in his tracks, looked back towards the hallway, then towards the figure sitting on his bed, and once more out to the hallway. Exhaling dramatically and keeping his gaze on the floor, Arthur stalked towards the bed in a seemingly angry and frustrated manner. He did take one short look up at the other man while leaning over to take a pile of folded clothes from the bed over to a dresser drawer, and yet another look as he snatched a pair of slippers to stuff away in his walk-in closet. He returned to stand before the bed and, as if he were evaluating the situation for the first time, stared the man in the face scrutinously. He received only a cheeky, self-satisfied smile in return.
"I'm not going to ask what you're doing here," Arthur said, somewhat to himself, as he turned away again, this time to fetch a clotheshanger for the sweatshirt that still hung on the crook of his arm. He paused, standing with wondrous posture, and asked "What are you doing here?" To Eames, it sounded more like a statement. All emotion had drained from Arthur's features though anyone who knew him at all could recognize the almost ever-present flicker of annoyance that had its origins in his self-righteous attitude.
"Because I thought you'd miss me after all this time, darling. And hello to you to. How are you, darling; I'm fine, thank you." Eames level of amusement had dropped considerably, startling Arthur more than finding the man in his home. Arthur wondered even if he saw a hint of a pout on the faker's face.
"Eames, it's only been a few months since the last job-"
"And a number of months between that and the job before, and a right year or so before that! Am I not allowed to miss you between then and now?" The suddenly apparent sadness coated thickly with a brewing anger stirred a frustration in Arthur.
"Miss me? Eames, what is this all of the sudden? You never gave a care in the world about me when we weren't working and what's this? Out of the blue, I find you in my house for God's sake! What is this?"
"...'Never gave a care in the world'?" Eames started. "'Never-' ...Arthur, what?" There was a look in Eames' eyes that was unsettling to the thinner man. "Arthur, I've always cared, what do you mean I don't-"
Arthur's eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips shut. He was getting more frustrated with the ridiculous man than he had been in a long time.