A slight nod, Eames turning to the dealer and waving away his next hand,
collecting his chips to cash out. He stood, thumbing a few into his hand
and putting the others in his pocket (not the one with his totem, never the
one with his totem).
"Come on. The bar is actually rather good here. Your usual, I take it?" he
said, because what else was there to say? He could speak until he was blue
in the face, but Arthur would believe what he wanted. It didn't help
matters that sometimes Eames doubted this reality himself. He kept glancing
towards Arthur, partially afraid that he would disappear, a production of
his own mind even though he could produce nothing else (what he wouldn't
have given for his favorite gun).
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A slight nod, Eames turning to the dealer and waving away his next hand, collecting his chips to cash out. He stood, thumbing a few into his hand and putting the others in his pocket (not the one with his totem, never the one with his totem).
"Come on. The bar is actually rather good here. Your usual, I take it?" he said, because what else was there to say? He could speak until he was blue in the face, but Arthur would believe what he wanted. It didn't help matters that sometimes Eames doubted this reality himself. He kept glancing towards Arthur, partially afraid that he would disappear, a production of his own mind even though he could produce nothing else (what he wouldn't have given for his favorite gun).