Silence again, because this time Eames is staring at him, his gaze heavy, almost tactile, and Cobb is hearing his meaning, feeling it, and it’s just not... it’s not computing. He can’t possibly be saying
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"Cool. Great. I’m glad we had this talk," Cobb finishes, so relieved he barely has the words. He leans over and claps Eames on the shoulder, squeezes, gives him a smile and releases him again. "I knew you’d be alright about it. Okay, so you know my room number, right? I should be done with that client meeting by about ten. That’s not too late, is it?"
LOL! Oh Cobb, such a romantic. It's rare to see Eames thrown off his game, but you pulled it off convincingly. Cobb having the whole talk in the style of a performance review is ridiculously funny.
I haven't seen this pairing much before, but this rules! Would love to read more.
I like how matter-of-fact Cobb is in this piece. Lovely in all its two-step-ish dance that they're having. Thanks for sharing the fic. I enjoyed it more as I read it :)
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LOL! Oh Cobb, such a romantic. It's rare to see Eames thrown off his game, but you pulled it off convincingly. Cobb having the whole talk in the style of a performance review is ridiculously funny.
I haven't seen this pairing much before, but this rules! Would love to read more.
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