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Sequel to In All Fairness, from Eames's POV.
This is the story of Eames who is very aware of all his own feels and has a tendency to write them down.And you were standing there in the kitchen, looking like a drowned kitten, so out of place, so vulnerable. I wanted to tuck you underneath my arms and hold you until the pain disappeared. You don’t belong in some country cottage. You’re made for high rises and the best of modern Swedish design.
I don’t belong in that kitchen either.
Whenever I think of home I think of an airport Starbucks, and you sitting at the gate, reading the news on your phone and complaining about some other passenger, you know, the one with the luggage that most definitely won’t fit in the overhead compartment.
How am I supposed to fix this? What did you want me to fix? My marriage? I think that sailed a long time ago, back in Kiev. And if you want me to fix what’s between us, I’ haven’t the slightest clue how to go about doing that. And besides, I don’t think that’s what you were talking about at all.
In one night, I’ve lost the three things most important to me.
How am I supposed to live with that?Series
- Part 2 of In All Fairness
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This is the story of Arthur, a man who doesn’t quite know all of his own feelings and the teenage girl who, somehow, helps him sort it all out.
“Hello?” Arthur answered his phone.
“My therapist said I should write a letter to all the people I’m mad at.” Ashleigh huffed on her end of the line.
“That sounds like good advice.” Arthur leaned back in his chair. It was late, and he was tired, but the day had been productive. It was strange to hear her voice on the other end of the line because he hadn’t been dreading it. In fact, he realized, he wanted to hear from her. Ashleigh put words to all the emotions he felt. “Let’s hear it then.”
“What?”
“Aren’t you mad at me?”
She was quiet for a moment. “I wrote pages and pages to Mum and Dad.”
Arthur smiled a little; he tried not to let it sound in his voice, “I can only imagine how much you wrote for me then.”
She cleared her throat. “Hey Arsehole Arthur. That’s what I call you in therapy.”
“It’s a good name. I like the alliteration.” He was grinning now.
She cleared her throat again. “Hey Arsehole Arthur. Did you know about us? Ashleigh.”
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- Part 1 of In All Fairness
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Arthur is with the Cobbs, Eames is with Yusuf, and they don't even like each other that much. How do they get from point A to whatever point B is? Slow burn, people who don't understand their own feelings, and a romance in cities all over the world.
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Eames hasn’t spent much of his life thinking about what Arthur gets up to in his free time, but he sincerely doubts it usually involves getting strung up from ceilings by his wrists and electrocuted.
For an incredibly brief but entirely legitimate two seconds, Eames considers burning the images and getting back in bed. However, it would be rude not to do something about Arthur’s predicament and at the end of the day, Eames’ mother never let rudeness slide.
Or guns at the table, but that’s another matter entirely.
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Eames is thirty-six years old.
He has been a dream forger for eleven years.
He has four permanent addresses and lives nowhere.
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A story about wasting time and making up for it again.**
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“Cobb is straight, isn’t he?”
Arthur snapped his pencil, the sound particularly loud in the quiet of Cobb’s somewhat ostentatious rental BMW that Eames did not personally think was ideal for surveillance. “What?” he asked far too quickly and irritably as he dug in the side pocket of the bag on the floor under his legs for his little manual pencil sharpener. Eames wasn’t sure when Arthur had started using pencils instead of his overpriced refillable ink pens, but he wasn’t going to ask because he suspected that it might be considered creepy that he’d noticed.
“Dominic Cobb is straight. Right?” Eames repeated. Arthur, pencil sharpener in hand, just stared at him, stone-faced, for a moment that stretched on so long that Eames actually began to feel uncomfortable.
“Gross. That’s not funny. It’s really gross,” Arthur said at last.
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When Eames burns out, it’s up to Arthur to help him relax
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