Disclaimer: I do not own Inception.
a/n: Dude, idefk. Seriously. Seriously. This one...just kind of flew into the word document without my help. Don't blame me. Seriously.
"I will never know what you see in him," Arthur said, distracting Ariadne from her model. It took her a second to realize what he had said, and her eyes followed his across the room.
She smiled.
"If that's code for "What do you see in him?" like I'm assuming it is, I honestly can't answer that."
"Why marry him, then?" Arthur looked as close to perplexed as he ever would, one eyebrow lifted, mouth hanging open slightly. She assumed he had been thrown for more of a loop than he'd let on when she showed up with a ring on her finger that morning, and while she sincerely hoped that there was nothing…problematic behind his concern for this sudden escalation of her relationship, she found it pretty amusing. A baffled Arthur was an easily irritated Arthur, and he was always fun when irritated. Not that she ever did the goading of the Arthur herself—that's what Eames was for. Goading aside, though, she and Arthur had always had a nice, quiet friendship, and it would seriously complicate things if he suddenly decided to fall for her or something along those lines.
Not that things weren't already complicated, but alas, those are technicalities to be covered elsewhen.
"Because he asked, I guess," she replied, eyes drifting to the small sapphire on her finger.
"But he's Eames!"
Well, if that wasn't a nice little outburst, Arthur.
She grinned a very Ariadne-ish grin at him, the expression saying "Exactly!" If anyone had asked Arthur about it—which people rarely did—he would call the look on her face right then "roguish, and altogether too reminiscent of Eames for comfort."
"I feel a second sneeze coming on, darling. I don't suppose you're talking about me, are you?"
"Always," Ariadne said with a snicker, going back to her model, humming what sounded terribly like "There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought of It Yet."
Additionally, if anyone had asked Arthur—which would not happen—he would have pointed out how very bad an idea it was for Ariadne and Eames to get married.
Seriously.