[Somehow two fucks like Arthur and Eames get along to care very deeply for one another. Whatever the nature of that relationship is, Mr. White knows that he is far beyond passing any kind of judgment one way or the other. He won't think about what they do on their off time, all alone. All he knows is that like a goddamn burglar alarm, Eames came charging in. Good on him, and great on Arthur because Larry could have accidentally done him in. At the time though, no one is happy.
Well, at least it seems simple. He hopes that there's a mutual understanding. Blow for blow, the old man wouldn't have Eames going to town on Freddy. They may be more alike then they care to think about.]
Think of something else, let me know.
[Because denial is more guilty. And Mr. White feels like he owes it to the man. He'll be the one carrying scars from it. Lucky for him, Eames isn't the kid of guy to go out and shoot up a vampire and take his teeth.
Larry, on the other hand, is.
Ah. A welcomed subject change. He has to grin at the mental picture.]
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Well, at least it seems simple. He hopes that there's a mutual understanding. Blow for blow, the old man wouldn't have Eames going to town on Freddy. They may be more alike then they care to think about.]
Think of something else, let me know.
[Because denial is more guilty. And Mr. White feels like he owes it to the man. He'll be the one carrying scars from it. Lucky for him, Eames isn't the kid of guy to go out and shoot up a vampire and take his teeth.
Larry, on the other hand, is.
Ah. A welcomed subject change. He has to grin at the mental picture.]
A talking chair? What, did you sit on him?