[ No mountains out of molehills that he can help, Arthur prefers at least, and while there are a few areas he's never gotten much exercise in, employing only what's necessary isn't one of them. He takes White's first response for mostly face value and inclines his head with what must be an amicable nod because it's not anything else. The laughter and the considering pause catch his attention easily enough, a more conversational topic than about the vampire thing, a line Arthur never thought he'd use in any variation even in a dream and he's more bemused than shocked about it.
Sitting up as he is, he glances at his watch to make sure he's still good for time, but even as he checks it, he speaks as well. ] Yeah. [ Looking across at White, he thinks about the matter of Orange but it had some strange note of 'already settled' not completely defined by Eames' jaw decoration. After all, White took it up with Eames, so maybe that was his concern, or maybe he thinks Eames wouldn't tell Arthur. He's not sure either way but it's interesting that White cares so much about the undisclosed nature of Orange's profession.
Insofar as Arthur can tell, it's not indicative of something integral to the dream, no hinging point, so he doesn't really care and he figures Eames feels much the same. Absently he lifts a hand to the back of his own neck, rubs as his eyes flick to the ceiling then back to level again. ] That's true, [ he agrees and it's quieter than he means it to be. Mal never believed she was crazy. She thought everyone else was.
No that's not right. Mal thought Dom was crazy.
The rest of them simply weren't even real.
Blinking, he stands, smoothing down his jacket though there's nothing there to smooth, clearing his throat. ] Guess we're in the clear then. For now. [ As far as craziness. Everything else seems easy enough to bypass or let go - October, Orange's cop status and White's active defense. ]
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Sitting up as he is, he glances at his watch to make sure he's still good for time, but even as he checks it, he speaks as well. ] Yeah. [ Looking across at White, he thinks about the matter of Orange but it had some strange note of 'already settled' not completely defined by Eames' jaw decoration. After all, White took it up with Eames, so maybe that was his concern, or maybe he thinks Eames wouldn't tell Arthur. He's not sure either way but it's interesting that White cares so much about the undisclosed nature of Orange's profession.
Insofar as Arthur can tell, it's not indicative of something integral to the dream, no hinging point, so he doesn't really care and he figures Eames feels much the same. Absently he lifts a hand to the back of his own neck, rubs as his eyes flick to the ceiling then back to level again. ] That's true, [ he agrees and it's quieter than he means it to be. Mal never believed she was crazy. She thought everyone else was.
No that's not right. Mal thought Dom was crazy.
The rest of them simply weren't even real.
Blinking, he stands, smoothing down his jacket though there's nothing there to smooth, clearing his throat. ] Guess we're in the clear then. For now. [ As far as craziness. Everything else seems easy enough to bypass or let go - October, Orange's cop status and White's active defense. ]