WHOWHATWHENWHERE HOW DO YOU LOVE?
Arthur, darling Arthur, loves quietly. He loves with grace and elegance.
Arthur loves Mal, Mal with her loveliness, dark hair and huge eyes. Mal, with her lilting French and knowing smile.
Arthur loves Dom, Dom, who is in love with Mal. Dom, with his hurt and guilt afterwards, after Mal.
And Arthur loves Eames.
(He suspects he has loved Eames from the very start.)
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Eames, daring Eames, loves strongly, with passion. He loves so much he feels as if his heart might burst.
Eames loves the world, because the world is filled with people. People to forge, to watch, to fuck and to remember.
Eames loves his mother, who is gone, but not really. His mother who taught him so much without saying a word.
And Eames loves Arthur.
(He knows he has loved Arthur from the very start.)