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eamesofdreams. Futility!Verse. ]
[ The train pulls to a stop, masses of people pushing to the exists with bags and cases, and because this is new territory to Arthur he waits for Eames to step out first before he follows, but sticking close so that he doesn’t lose him in the rush.
They walk a fair distance in a comfortable silence as they head towards their booked hotel, Arthur taking in the scenery around them in the hope of remembering it for later, the maps he’s saved to the laptop not quite the same as actually being there.
The suitcase in hand starting to feel as if there’s a ton of bricks hidden inside, and the bag thrown over his shoulder digging in to the flesh beneath the thin t-shirt he’s wearing, Arthur finally breaks the silence. ] Are you sure we’re going the right way? The hotel didn’t seem this far away on the map. [ He stops himself from saying anything further, though, having promised himself that it’s logical for Eames to take the lead on this one since he’s the only one who’s been here before. ] Just tell me we’re nearly there before I die from the heat.