AN: Kay, so hopefully this makes sense to you. (Despite its shortness) If it doesn't, then the next chapter after this should clear it up for you. And that next chapter will be posted at the same time as this one, so it's a twofer today. Thanks again to Gunnr for your consistent and wondiferious reviews! And a special shout out to Try Ignorance for making me smile like an idiot. (-This is a little late, but oh well.)
Chapter 10
"Drama"
Eames had been just about to knock when had heard the gun shot.
Although such a noise was common in Eames' line of work, the suddenness of it had him jerking to a stop.
A single word, barely even a whisper, escaped his lips.
"No."
He threw the door open, letting it smash against the wall and causing a small picture frame to fall from the force. The resulting thud and shattering of glass was lost on Eames as he rushed in to find Arthur's crumpled body lying just inside, gun still in hand.
"Arthur!"
He screamed the name as though the man might hear it and come back to him.
"God Dammit, Darling! It was only a talk! No need to be so drastic!"
He cried as he began to pace, running his fingers nervously through his already messy hair. He stopped to look again at the other man.
Suddenly the effects of the last few weeks caught up to him and he collapsed onto the wall, sliding down it to the floor, eyes never leaving Arthur's body.
He'd really messed up this time. He shouldn't have pushed him. He had backed him into a corner and forced him to either give in or run. And, of course, Arthur, ever the dominant male, had chosen to run rather than hurt his pride. Which meant Eames would never get the chance to apologize. Apologize for the all the mockery and the teasing. Apologize for the flirting and the laughing. For the horribly cold disposition he'd had following the incident in the hotel room.
He closed his eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink, as a slow sigh escaped his lips.
Then, a slow, bitter chuckle escaped his lips as he looked again at the perfectly dressed corpse before him. The chuckle grew and deepened until the whole room was filled with rough, pained laughter.
"Always the Drama Queen, love."