[Arthur laughs briefly, perhaps half to alleviate some of his own yet unexplained unease.]
Not necessary, but thanks.
[Then they fall into silence but it doesn't last long. White is much faster than Arthur would have ever accounted for, though the strength actually isn't surprising. Well, maybe some of it. Arthur picks up the pattern immediately, but that doesn't explain anything to him. Both hands go up to shove against the other man's chest, leveraging the wall at his back for more force, figuring they can go from there.
He has nothing against White, White who went with Orange and Eames to get the water that turned him....into a girl, but also then turned him better again. Plus, if Eames was acting like this then it's a curse.
Fact of the matter is, he's not ready to bodily injure someone who helped him in a crucial way if he doesn't have to. It's only a dream, part of him points out, but the rest of him says but it feels real. He holds back.
Probably, he shouldn't have. ]
Hey! [ The shoving still going on here... ] Snap out of it! Jesus...
[ The last bit is more of a muttered thing, the way he doesn't mean to say it at all, more a manifestation of well fuck.
But speaking brought Eames out of a similar invasion of space, whatever weird mental possession. It'd be lucky if the same worked for White...too lucky, maybe.]
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Not necessary, but thanks.
[Then they fall into silence but it doesn't last long. White is much faster than Arthur would have ever accounted for, though the strength actually isn't surprising. Well, maybe some of it. Arthur picks up the pattern immediately, but that doesn't explain anything to him. Both hands go up to shove against the other man's chest, leveraging the wall at his back for more force, figuring they can go from there.
He has nothing against White, White who went with Orange and Eames to get the water that turned him....into a girl, but also then turned him better again. Plus, if Eames was acting like this then it's a curse.
Fact of the matter is, he's not ready to bodily injure someone who helped him in a crucial way if he doesn't have to. It's only a dream, part of him points out, but the rest of him says but it feels real. He holds back.
Probably, he shouldn't have. ]
Hey! [ The shoving still going on here... ] Snap out of it! Jesus...
[ The last bit is more of a muttered thing, the way he doesn't mean to say it at all, more a manifestation of well fuck.
But speaking brought Eames out of a similar invasion of space, whatever weird mental possession. It'd be lucky if the same worked for White...too lucky, maybe.]