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One's a research project. I'm collecting information on our shipmates. It will require some charm.

[And that's where Eames comes in.]

The second... it's a more personal project. There's a woman here. I want to clear it with her before telling you everything, but it's going to be complicated.

[And he could use Eames' brains.]

Well then you've come to the right man. Though this place must be doing a number on you if you're willing to call me 'charming'.

[Eames said with a grin, fluttering his eyelashes teasingly. Still, it was always nice to have his more positive traits pointed out.

The second part however made him frown slightly, head canted to the side.]

Complicated because it involves a woman or because it's personal for the both of you?

[He can't even bring himself to glare, he's so happy that someone familiar is here. He just looks a bit exasperated.] I don't recall using those words.

[And then his eyebrows raise at the last part.]

No, it's... not like that.

[If Eames can read Arthur (though he's trying to hide it), he kind of adores this woman. Romantic or not, not even Arthur really knows.)] I thought perhaps we could use our knowledge on the subconscious to help her. She... has something awful inside her.

Of course not. [Eames will let it go for now, head canted slightly to the side as he surveyed Arthur.] Though tell me a bit about these shipmates of yours.

[He also looked completely convinced when Arthur stated 'it wasn't like that' because it was just like Arthur to be completely selfless when it came to extracting awful things from people. It was already starting to sound like it was going to be dangerous and a lot of work, things Eames didn't mind so long as he was briefed properly.

He gave Arthur a flat look, mouth a thin line.]

Awful as in it will rip us to pieces or awful as in it will give us terrible nightmares the rest of our lives?

I don't have a PASIV. Unless you do, and then you're sharing. So we won't be able to actually go in her subconscious. We're going to have to do some good old-fashioned research with the technology they have here.

[Which annoys him to no end. He sighs and returns to his request about the shipmates.]

There are a lot of people here. All from different worlds, possibly alternate universes. There are a lot of people who shouldn't be here. Children. There seem to be a lot of fighters, though, too. There's a man who looks like your twin, [he says, just casually dropping that bomb on him.] Except his mouth doesn't flap around all the time. [Which is kind of annoying tbh]

Has she considered therapy?

[It was a serious question, mostly because if it wasn't a monster or implanting ideas in other peoples' heads, there wasn't much use for a PASIV. While Eames was slightly disheartened that they couldn't go the easy route for a job like this, it didn't mean they had to cobble together a substitute. For one, Eames wasn't sure he could replicate a PASIV even if he had all the working parts, but perhaps Arthur was different.

The mention of 'children' made Eames frown slightly, but he tucked that thought away at the mention of a twin.]

So you're saying I'm the more attractive one?

[Still, color Eames curious.]

[He rolls his eyes.] That's not exactly an achievement. The guy looks like he showers once a year.

[Did he just sort of admit Eames was attractive?? Never mind that.]

It's... [He sighs. He's going to just have to reveal what's going on and damn the consequences.] She probably does need therapy, but that's not what this is about.

I'm trying to extract the essence of a being from her. There's magic and all this weird shit in her world, and some 'Lord of Murder' put part of himself inside her. And he's trying to take control of her.

[YEAH THAT'S... a lot to swallow, sorry, Eames.]

I'm sure my twin has his reasons.

[What they could be, he couldn't be sure, but if someone looked like him he was going to give them the benefit of the doubt.

He stopped walking when Arthur explained, mostly so he could have full dramatic effect when he started rubbing his temples ( even if they were hidden under the mask ). Monsters he knew it.]

Sorry, but if this involves someone named 'Lord of Murder', I'm not helping for free.

[He wasn't selfless, after all.]

His world is rough.

[He's really not sure what's up with him, but he has a feeling life is rough for him.

He stops as Eames does, resisting the urge to rub his own temples.]

I didn't expect you to.

[Honestly, he didn't think he'd do any of it for free, because Arthur doesn't expect anything from Eames. Favors were paid back, everything was even between them. He doesn't even know if he and Eames are friends.]

I'll compensate you.

Without yearly showers, any world would be rough.

[It was said lightly enough, but Eames would make a note to seek out this twin of his to see for himself.

The idea of compensation didn't make the idea any easier to swallow, and Eames shook his head, starting off again.]

Let me meet her and make my own decisions. I want to see if it's worth it to even risk it fighting a Lord of Murder.

[He hesitates, then follows after him, catching up. He's silent for a good minute, just thinking.] ...Why are you even considering it?

[The job ("job". He's not even getting paid for it.) just reeks of danger and bad ideas. And Eames usually doesn't just help people for free. Arthur's expression is even, patient, curious, but carefully controlled.]

['Why was he considering it?' The question was rather laughable, considering. Cobb had known how to pique his interests, how to get Eames to sign on with working with him, and how to diffuse Eames' temper. It seemed a shame he hadn't shared the information with his pointman, though Eames would count himself as lucky for now.

He shot the other man a small smirk, enigmatic and smug.]

It never hurts to have you in my debt, does it?

[He tries to keep his expression controlled, but it's the answer he expected. He doesn't know if it's true.] Doesn't hurt for you, maybe.

[It's a weak comeback, but it does the job for now. He rolls up his sleeves (there are probably still a few bruises on his arms from war games), and then fidgets with his mask.] Can we go inside somewhere?

[He'd feel much more in control if he could get this thing off his face.]

Yes well, it being a pain to you is a bit of a bonus.

[Eames was only going to grin cheekily at that, before it fell away, the sudden request surprising. He paused at the bruises marring Arthur's arms, but decided not to ask. Arthur could take care of himself, and if he was getting mixed up with someone who was going to be possessed by a Lord of Murder, it might be best not to ask too many questions.]

Sure, but if it's a restaurant you're buying.

Of course I am. [But he leads him into the nearest building, which happens to be, yes, a restaurant. The hostess asks them how many is in their party, and Arthur isn't ready for this shit. He peels off his mask and ignores her, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. God, these masks suck. He's unwilling to admit that he's upset about Sye, he hates this place, and he's completely surprised by Eames showing up. As much as it's a comfort, it's also alarming. They do have history. But the hostess looks a bit bewildered, and Arthur's trying to get himself together again, because even a small moment of just breathing feels out of control to him.]

[Well, Arthur looked like he might be on the verge of some sort of odd break down, so Eames helped the hostess out by signalling it was just the two of them, placing a brief hand on the small of Arthur's back to help guide him to the table they were led to. As he took off his own mask, he gave the hostess what he hoped was a disarming smile, before turning to Arthur with no small amount of concern. Normally he was unreadable, so for his emotions to be so transparent was odd.]

Do you want to talk about it?

[It was the least he could do if Arthur was buying him lunch.]

No, [he immediately snaps out, but he seems to deflate after that, calming down. He rubs a hand his face, sighing.] I hate this.

[Which is nice and vague. gj, arthur.]

This whole moon, this reality TV show situation, wanting to help a girl with the Lord of Murder trapped in her, or this restaurant?

[Never let it be said that Eames wouldn't have a good dose of snark along with his concern.]

[He doesn't even try to hide his amusement.] All of the above. Even the restaurant. They didn't offer us breadsticks.

It's a definite faux pas, but considering we're on an alien world, we should be more lenient.

[Eames leaned back in his chair, watching Arthur curiously.]

I would have thought you would find this exciting. Alien worlds, adventure, and plenty of opportunities for research.

[Though that might be Eames' own personal opinion.]

[He hesitates, then narrows his eyes.]

Why are you asking?

[It's not paranoid to be concerned about why he wants to know.]

It seems like you haven't had anyone who you could trust or talk to here.

[He shrugged, palms held upwards in a dismissive gesture.]

But if you're fine with having a melt down soon, carry on.

[His eyes drift downwards, a little bit contrite despite himself.] I do find it exciting. I just... feel a little out of control. Like I'm a pawn in someone's game. I don't know if I can actually help Syeira. I didn't even know what was going on with Mal.

It's hard to be in control when you're kidnapped and shuttled across planets.

[Eames will concede that point, before frowning at the mention of Mal. He wasn't as close to her as Cobb and Arthur were, and honestly most of the knowledge of what had gone wrong with the Fischer job he had been told by Ariadne and wheedled out of Saito. He had known Cobb was grieving, but he hadn't known to what extent either. And it had almost gotten them all killed or vegetables.

He cleared his throat, folding his hands in his lap delicately.]

Yes well, even your research capabilities has flaws. It makes you human, to make mistakes.

[He nods slowly to the first part. He supposes that's true. It's frustrating, and all he can really do is continue with his research.

His eyes drift upwards when he speaks again. Flaws. Mistakes. Everything he tries to avoid at all costs. Something occurs to him then, and he smooths out his sweater.] I never apologized to any of you for my mistake on the Fischer job.

[He hesitates, because that sounds like a piss poor apology.] I am sorry.

[Taking care of Cobb had been a full-time job, and it had distracted him from his actual job.]

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