[ howl at the moon 2?]
Eames wasn't pacing nervously as he sat on the bench outside Ariadne's school; it didn't appear that he wanted to, either, to anyone who didn't know him. But the drum of his fingers on his knee, the reflexive glance of his eyes to the school front; impatient seeming to some was actually Eames working out nervous energy.
He hadn't shared his idea with Ariadne, but he was fairly sure she would be okay with it. They'd been working on this thing together for a few months now, and he wanted to share an important part of himself with her: he wanted to show her the wolf.
Well, the wolf and him were the same, essentially, but he rarely shifted when he wasn't supposed to, during the moon. And so, he was faintly nervous as he waited for her to get out of her language class.
He hadn't shared his idea with Ariadne, but he was fairly sure she would be okay with it. They'd been working on this thing together for a few months now, and he wanted to share an important part of himself with her: he wanted to show her the wolf.
Well, the wolf and him were the same, essentially, but he rarely shifted when he wasn't supposed to, during the moon. And so, he was faintly nervous as he waited for her to get out of her language class.