Had they dreamed what had happened throughout the meal.
Logan and Barek wondered if they'd done the right thing in organizing the evening.
They were seriously beginning to think that it hadn't been a good idea at all.
After seeing how Eames and Goren had behaved.
And especially the palpable tension between them.
On several occasions, Goren had tried to start a discussion with Eames, but without much success, as she carefully avoided answering him.
And when she did reply, it was with no joy in her heart, and it was clear that Goren was insufferable, as if he were an undesirable person.
If she could have pretended he wasn't there, Logan and Barek would have bet she would have, and without any scruples.
With Goren at a loss for words, she had to be interested in him, and at least respond to him once in a normal way.
What could have happened between these two, for them to be like this tonight.
This evening was nothing like the evening at Eames'.
Or between Eames and Goren it had been very fusional, even a little too fusional.
And Deakins, who was also there with his wife, had tried to lighten the mood.
What he hadn't done.
Eames repeatedly glared at him, making it clear that he'd better mind his own business.
To the point that his wife had done everything to make him think of something else.
And seeing that the more the hours went by, the worse it got between Goren and Eames, Logan had hesitated to offer Goren the chance to sleep at his place for a while, until the situation calmed down.
But given Eames's foul mood, he preferred not to offer.
He didn't want to suffer the little blonde's wrath.
- It's me... Or there's something going on between Eames and Goren.
At Barek's words, Logan snapped out of his thoughts to see Barek pointing to a couple arguing in the street.
Or at least, the woman was screaming openly at the man, and without any restraint.
Jesus Christ...
This scene unfolding before their eyes, at the other end of the street, this couple, this little blonde woman and this tall dark-haired man, was none other than Goren and Eames.
And Eames was not above yelling at Goren.
But from where he stood, Logan regretted not being able to hear what Eames was shouting at Goren.
He could see she was very upset with him.
- I'd hate to be in Goren's shoes right now.
Barek turned to him and nodded.
She wouldn't want to be in Goren's shoes either.
Barek knew Alex well.
And despite her small stature, when she threw a tantrum, it was best not to be around, or if you were, not to hang around.
Eames could turn into a real dragon.
And dragon was a weak word.
But strangely, Goren had always accepted Eames' wrath.
- I'd like to know why Goren is entitled to such anger from Eames... Barek.
Strangely enough, Logan's words didn't surprise Barek at all.
His partner liked to poke his nose into everything.
But tonight, he wasn't even trying to get close enough to hear their arguments.
And Barek appreciated that.
He respected their private lives.
- But still... Logan huffed. It's a shame not to know the whys and wherefores.
- Alexa... Please...
At her words Eames stopped, but remained on her guard, refusing to turn around and face her.
Eames was angry with him.
For he'd hurt her deeply last time.
She'd thought she meant something to him.
She had hoped that what he felt for her was not just gratitude, but a stronger feeling.
But she'd been wrong.
Goren didn't want her.
Yes, they'd done some sexual things together, but it had never gone much beyond foreplay.
If Goren had cared about her, had felt desire for her, he wouldn't have hesitated to skip the foreplay stage.
In addition, Eames wanted much more.
This was no longer enough for him.
And he didn't seem to understand that.
- We need to talk Alexa...
Talk...
And what for.
By rejecting her, he'd said it all.
So no, she wouldn't talk to him.
And there was no point in him trying to dissuade her.
It wouldn't work.
- You can't keep pretending I don't exist.
- And why not. Eames screamed, turning to face him, her face scarlet, her big hazel eyes shining with anger. You want to talk... Eames couldn't control her screams, she was so angry, so hurt by Goren. And of what.
At Eames' screams, Goren didn't know how to react.
She was so angry...
In addition, he'd just wanted to make things right between them.
Well, it was off to a very bad start.
Perhaps it would have been better to leave things as they were.
No, that was simply impossible.
He couldn't stand being ignored by Alexa, and he needed everything to go back to the way it was.
- Alexa... Would you...
- ...No. Shut up.
She walked over to him, chin up, and when she got to his level brought her little finger to her chest, tapping with all her might.
- Why should I stop ignoring you... She tapped her finger repeatedly on his chest. You don't want to go any further with me. She screamed louder and louder, her face contorted with anger. I'm only entitled to foreplay.
At Alexa's words, said with such ardor, and virulence, and the allusion to their lovemaking, and especially to the possession part he always avoided, Goren blushed violently, everything was embarrassing.
Name of God...
This wasn't what he'd wanted.
But every time the moment was right to finally possess her, something inside him, and even the little voice of the little blonde woman in his head, made him stop everything.
Goren couldn't take Alexa just because she wanted to.
- Shall I take you just because you ask...
At her words, Eames looked at Goren, his face scarlet, his mouth open, shocked by what he'd just said out loud.
Good God...
Eames must have heard wrong.
Goren couldn't have said that.
And yet, by the gestures of his hands, his face flushed and embarrassed, Goren had just said that.
Good God...
So there were indeed sides to Goren before their accidents, and his memory loss, that were resurfacing.
- You're so vulgar.
Vulgar, him.
At Alexa's words, Goren nearly choked.
He was the vulgar one.
While she was making a scene, all because he never went beyond foreplay.
Goren was seriously starting to lose patience, and the mustard was getting to his nose.
He'd tried to be patient.
But now Alexa was seriously going over the edge.
- What a pain in the ass.
- What...
At Alexa's screams, Goren was mortified, realizing that what he'd been thinking out loud, he'd just said out loud, and above all, at the look on Alexa's face that was transformed by rage.
- You just called me a pain in the ass... Eames' screams redoubled. Me. A pain in the ass.
Goren had dared to call her a pain in the ass...
When that's what he'd always been in their partnership.
A real pain in the ass.
- Coming from the biggest pain in the ass of all time... That's a good one.
The biggest pain in the ass of all time...
Was he really like that...
Had he been in the past.
But never mind, that wasn't the point.
Goren absolutely had to find a way to calm Alexa down, before she riled up the whole neighborhood.
And there were only so many ways to shut her up.
Goren moved his hand toward Eames' wrist, wrapped it between his fingers, and pulled her against him, wrapping his arm around her waist.
- Calm down now.
Let her calm down...
He dared to tell her to calm down.
But who did he think he was...
And by what right.
Eames lost all control of her fury.
She opened her mouth to scream, but Goren didn't let her.
He lowered his face to hers, and crushed his lips to hers.
Mad with rage at this initiative, Eames pulled away from his lips, brought her fists to his chest and struck him with all her might.
- Who gave you permission to kiss me... And I order you to let me go.
Alexa ordered…
But he was getting more and more desperate.
He'd tried to shut her up with a kiss, thinking it would calm her down, but it had done just the opposite.
She was still, and even more furious.
- You don't want me... So why kiss me.
So that was it.
All that anger, because she thought he didn't want her.
All because he'd put a stop to it.
But it was just the opposite...
- All right... I get it.
Pardon...
Eames stopped shouting, surprised by Goren's firm, determined voice, and looked at him.
What had he understood.
Eames didn't understand.
- Since that's the way it is... Goren took her hand in his and pulled her along, forcing her to follow him. You leave me no other choice.