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Not to pat myself on the back, but I do like this chapter. One thing we don't know in the movie is the relationship between Eames and Arthur, and I've really tried to develop that in this one, so enjoy! Review please!
Eames had looked everywhere. The café, the park, Arthur and Ariadne's apartment (after a brief rummage through their private things.) He found himself wondering up and down the street, thinking of all the places Arthur would go.
Maybe he was a bit harsh, but it was all in good nature. All these things were just a joke. Calling him 'Darling', making fun of him, placing him in music stores in his drunken state…
Wait.
Eames snapped his head up. That was one place he hadn't gone yet. He started making his way towards said music store.
It's like loosing a bloody key…He thought to himself. …It's always in the place you least expect.
He hoped to himself that Arthur would be there. Ariadne would not be happy if he had made her other half run away.
He walked into the store and looked around for a moment. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the perfectly dressed Point Man standing over one of the ebony pianos, the same one where he woke up on.
Eames chuckled to himself at the memory. He walked over to Arthur and coughed.
"Look, you're taking this a bit too far. I was only joking."
Arthur turned around and glared at him. "Eames, just leave me alone. Please."
"Can't do that mate, took me about half an hour to find you."
Arthur sighed.
"Ok, what's the problem?" Eames asked, tailing him.
"You are my problem," Arthur snapped. "Look, I'll admit, you're a great forger, and I accept the fact that Cobb wants to work with you, but it's the name calling…the practical jokes…you even annoy Ariadne, just to spite me! I've never done anything to deserve this from you!"
"Yes, but it was all for a laugh!" Eames cried in defence. "Look, Arthur, I'll shoot you if you ever tell anyone this, but you're my favourite person on the team."
Arthur glanced at him, eyebrow raised. "…Liar."
"No, it's true! Arthur, how long have I known you?"
"6 years."
"Exactly. I always brag on to people about how I've worked with the best Point Man in the business."
"Really?"
Eames nodded. "Of course! Look, I regard you as a brother. That sort of really annoying brother that nobody likes."
Arthur blinked. "Well…then why do you treat me like that?"
"I don't know! But it's not out of disrespect. I really respect you. You're close to Cobb, you're a fucking great Point Man! You even get the nice girl! So what do you care if I piss you off occasionally? For fuck's sake man, you're really cool!"
Arthur smirked. "Keep going?"
Eames let a deep breath out. "…No. I'm done. Look, Arthur, I'm not going to stop annoying you, because it's what I do. Just know that I'm just joking around." He held his hand out for Arthur. "So…are we good?"
Arthur paused for a moment before shaking Eames's hand. "Yeah…I guess we're good."
"Great," Eames smirked. He used his hand to pull him closer. "If you ever tell anyone about this, I'll drop you into Limbo."
Arthur chuckled. "Deal."
