[ ot3 verse ] but you can't know for sure
Eames made his living observing people.
To him, a man would have to be blind to the obvious tension in Arthur's frame, the way that he and Mal were either looking at each other too long or avoiding each others gaze entirely. Apparently, Dom was the blind man in this example, because he didn't seem to have a clue about it.
Eames didn't know whether or not it was attraction that had been acted on or not (though he was betting they had, simply because Arthur seemed to be getting more and more ragged with each day.)
And so, seeing how Arthur was getting stressed, he had asked Arthur if he wanted to go out for drinks, since they were in Spain, where Eames kept an apartment. He had asked in a such a way that made it clear it would be a friendly drink, not one where Arthur would have to worry about Eames pawing at him.
Eames was attracted to the lithe point man, of course, but on this job he had been oddly subdued with the flirting and innuendo, seeing genuine stress on Arthur's frame.
Arthur had, surprisingly, accepted, and Eames had brought him to an active little club. It wasn't high culture but it was clean, and friendly, and enough people moved about to give even a public conversation a semblance of privacy.
Eames and Arthur had gotten a table, their drinks between them as they talked, though more of them were Arthur's than they were Eames', who was currently nursing a margarita and listening to (and watching carefully) Arthur.
To him, a man would have to be blind to the obvious tension in Arthur's frame, the way that he and Mal were either looking at each other too long or avoiding each others gaze entirely. Apparently, Dom was the blind man in this example, because he didn't seem to have a clue about it.
Eames didn't know whether or not it was attraction that had been acted on or not (though he was betting they had, simply because Arthur seemed to be getting more and more ragged with each day.)
And so, seeing how Arthur was getting stressed, he had asked Arthur if he wanted to go out for drinks, since they were in Spain, where Eames kept an apartment. He had asked in a such a way that made it clear it would be a friendly drink, not one where Arthur would have to worry about Eames pawing at him.
Eames was attracted to the lithe point man, of course, but on this job he had been oddly subdued with the flirting and innuendo, seeing genuine stress on Arthur's frame.
Arthur had, surprisingly, accepted, and Eames had brought him to an active little club. It wasn't high culture but it was clean, and friendly, and enough people moved about to give even a public conversation a semblance of privacy.
Eames and Arthur had gotten a table, their drinks between them as they talked, though more of them were Arthur's than they were Eames', who was currently nursing a margarita and listening to (and watching carefully) Arthur.