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It's late, the streetlights buzzing and the lights in some of the flats long since turned out. From the sidewalk, Eames glances up at the dark windows he'd held some hope would be bright.
Making his way up the stairs, Eames tries to ignore the knot of muscles pulled taut in his lower back. As soon as the negotiations had come to a close, he'd packed his shit into the car and headed home. Apparently Eames is starting to feel his age; fourteen hours in the drivers seat has his shoulders stiff and his head pounding. He sighs two flights up and curses realizing his toothbrush is shoved somewhere in his luggage, which is all down in the car.
It doesn't take much debate to conclude that the toothbrush can fuck itself. Eames rounds the third flight and slips the key into the lock. It's well oiled and thus, doesn't make so much as a creak as he pushes it open to the familiar darkness of his flat.
Making his way up the stairs, Eames tries to ignore the knot of muscles pulled taut in his lower back. As soon as the negotiations had come to a close, he'd packed his shit into the car and headed home. Apparently Eames is starting to feel his age; fourteen hours in the drivers seat has his shoulders stiff and his head pounding. He sighs two flights up and curses realizing his toothbrush is shoved somewhere in his luggage, which is all down in the car.
It doesn't take much debate to conclude that the toothbrush can fuck itself. Eames rounds the third flight and slips the key into the lock. It's well oiled and thus, doesn't make so much as a creak as he pushes it open to the familiar darkness of his flat.