TV On The Radio – Will Do
Sometimes beauty is better seen from afar, Arthur tells himself. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, all that jazz. But she wasn't absent – not technically. She was absent in the role Arthur wanted her to play. The one he wanted to play with her.
He had tried everything; he even once went to Eames for advice. "Never again," Arthur thinks as he packs up his station. Just a week until Fischer's plane to L.A. and still she rejects him.
Arthur knows it's highly irrational to be seeking Ariadne, what with their current job. But Arthur can't help what he knows, what he feels. He watches as she puts a pencil to her lip, leaning back in her chair, and stares down at the lay-out in front of her. "It's almost dark, how can she even see her paper?" Ariadne claimed the workspace in direct line to the high windows, making it so she never has to turn on the lamp sitting on the extreme corner of the desk she was currently sitting at. Arthur smiled as she suddenly sat up - a frustrated groan leaving her lips - and furiously erased almost half the page.
They could be great; a bright burst of light that would never blink out, just continue mercilessly blinding all of those around them. But Arthur can never find out if his assumption is correct if she doesn't just let them try. He watched as she leaned back in her chair again, spinning slightly and tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ears. Arthur watched and he wanted nothing more than to stride across the short distance separating them and take her in his arms.
He wants to be there for her, protect her. But Ariadne seems to shun all types of romance sent her way.
Arthur finishes packing up and walks over to her desk. She doesn't notice him as he reaches around and turns the switch to the lamp, making her drawing light up and her look up at him, surprised.
"Thanks, Arthur," she smile. He turns away and heads toward the door. "You're welcome."
But that's alright. He can wait as long as he has to. Someday she'll see him as he already sees her, Arthur just knows it. Because how can such potential go unseen? Arthur is ready for her anytime she feels like taking a "leap of faith."
"Good night, Ariadne."
"Night, Arthur."