Deafening
Arthur walks to the closet, trips over a pair of shoes that had been absentmindedly tossed aside, and stumbles into the clothes, gripping the door for support.
"Hm, how graceful," he can hear Eames tease, suppressing a laugh. Arthur hears it loudly and clearly.
He takes his jacket off dismally and slides a hanger into it. He can hear Eames chuckle.
Arthur's fingers drum on the shoulders of the jacket, restless fingers.
He dejectedly exhales a held breath and he hangs the jacket among the many others.
He hears Eames, but Eames isn't there.
Author's Note: So, there's my first posted fic – I hope you all liked it. :)
I'll be posting some happier stories soon.