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Cobb stood in the door frame until he saw Eames catching Ariadne in his arms. The second he knew Ariadne is safe, he entered house.

"Arthur!", he yelled but didn't get any answer. He rushed through all rooms to find Arthur sitting in bedroom. His face was buried in his hands but he raised his head on the sound of footsteps. There was wild hope in his face, which quickly disappeared when he saw Cobb.

"I screwed up everything, Dom.", he said hollowly. He didn't seem to be bothered by unexpected appearance of Cobb. He sat motionless and didn't react when Dom gently touch his wounded arm.

"You have to tell me what happened.", Cobb said "But first of all we need to take care of this."

Arthur nodded slowly and let Cobb lead him into bathroom. Dom knew that he should have taken Arthur to a doctor, but it was hard even to imagine that. Arthur would never let him to do so, so he needed to manage with this by himself.

Arthur stayed silent and absent through the whole operation.

"And now tell me what happened.", Cobb tried to sound sure and reassuring in the same time. "Arthur, look at me and say what happened."

Arthur looked up at him. His eyes were filled with despair; Dom never saw him so vulnerable and broken.

"I made Ariadne hate me."

Cobb frowned. Of course he saw Ariadne running out from house, but still… Ariadne hating Arthur was something unbelievable; it was like frog rain- something that could not exist.

He shook his hand and placed his hand firmly on Arthur's arm.

"She doesn't hate you.", he said decidedly.

Arthur didn't answer, but in his eyes Cobb could read easily disbelief. It shocked him; as far as he knows Ariadne's feelings were something Arthur firmly believed in.

It couldn't change like that.

Cobb needed something that would thorn Arthur from this horrible state of complete resignation.

"You have to propose to her."

Firstly Arthur didn't react, like he didn't hear anything. It seemed like he needed a moment to realize Cobb's words; it was until late when he looked up with mixed feelings on his face.

Cobb gulped, he never saw Arthur showing emotions in such open way.

"You're right, Dom.", Arthur said suddenly in harsh tone. "You're right."

Eames sat silently beside Ariadne's crumpled form. She cried and scream until the very last of her strength went away, but she still wasn't asleep. She just laid motionless, unable to forget and let herself take even the shortest break.

It was hard to sit like that; he loved the feeling of having Ariadne in his arms, even though she was shaken and broken. It felt right, in some strange way.

Even if there was Arthur in front of his eyes.

After all he hurt her, didn't he?

Eames sighted before he realized what he was doing. At this sound Ariadne stirred slightly and looked up.

"Eames?", she asked gently, her voice hoarse after all this screaming. "Don't you want to sleep?"

"Well…", Eames hesitated for a moment, going to sleep meant that he wouldn't feel the warmth of Ariadne's body beside him. "I guess, we should.", he finished weakly. "Let's take you to bedroom."

Ariadne stood up and let him lead herself into another room. Al of sudden she stopped within the door's frame and glanced on Eames. He wasn't sure in the darkness but it seemed that she was blushing slightly.

"Will you stay with me?", she asked finally. "I can't sleep alone… I mean, I…"

Eames felt that something in his stomach squirmed unpleasantly.

That was something he wanted the most.

That was something he was afraid of most.

"Sure, love.", he answered nonchalantly. "No problem."

Cobb was frightened. Going to Paris he knew that his duty would be a hard one; he just didn't expect that something new could happen.

It was a complete chaos; Arthur standing up on every noise (because it has to be Ariadne), the overwhelming exhaustion, no answer from Ariadne or Eames…

Dom sighted heavily. He was sitting in the kitchen, staring torpidly into half-empty coffee mug. About half hour ago he managed to force Arthur to sleep giving him sleeping pills and promising that he'd call Ariadne.

Since then he tried to fulfill his promise, with no visible result; neither Ariadne nor Eames answered.

Cobb rubbed his prickling eyes and yawned. He decided to make just few more calls and then he would go to sleep. He picked up the phone and dialed number hoping that this time somebody would finally answer.

He didn't know how busy both Ariadne and Eames were at that moment…

Upstairs Arthur stirred in his bed. The doze of sleeping pills Cobb gave him was huge, but Arthur's mind didn't want to give up. He saw the same picture of pain in Ariadne's huge, beautiful eyes. Over and over again.

Arthur curled up on his side of the bed. Actually feeling the emptiness on the other side was almost too painful to bear.

I'll fix it, Arthur thought. I'll fix it tomorrow.

Dream or reality? It didn't matter him at that moment. Everything what mattered was Ariadne and the pain in her eyes.

I'll propose to her, crossed his mind, again.

With that thought his tired mind finally gave up and Arthur drifted to a dreamless sleep.