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[4] Zatanna Zatara

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Did you mishear me?

Would you mind clarifying that?

[ oh the implications of that statement. ]

Zatanna doesn't want to speak to me anymore.

Ah.

[ eames entire reaction can be summed up with "shit," considering what eames observed of them. he takes a minute to be very preoccupied with the saftey on his gun while he figures out what to say. ]

She'll come around. Give her a bit of time.

[Arthur seems...complacent, but then it's Arthur and he's socially impaired or something]

We didn't break up, Eames.

She thinks I don't trust her, and I'm not about to tell her what we do.

It comes to the same thing.

[ it's mal, but on a much smaller scale. the last thing eames wants to do is see that kind of devastation again, even in a much smaller fashion. ]

And there's no way around that?

Do you want her to know what we do?

Not at all.

[ eames is forever a secretive bastard. ]

But surely you don't need to tell her any of that.

Do you really think that's possible? She's not stupid.

There are things that simply don't need to be spoken of.

[ surely talking around the issue would suffice. eames manages it all the time. ]

It's gone beyond that point.

[ there's a pause. eames' expression shutters, closes off. ]

You've been careless.

[The slight arrogance in Arthur's face comes back, the softness evaporates]

Don't be ridiculous. I never said I a word.

[ yet, eames wants to say, but that's petty and will do nothing except start a real argument, and eames would prefer not to quarrel. not when he has a train to catch and a possible shoot-out to attend. ]

Ignore me then. You know how I love to be ridiculous.

[ it's meant to be a joke, but the tone is just slightly off. ]

Spare me a few rounds of shot?

Are you really going to be passive-aggressive about this?

[Arthur goes to his room and comes back out with a few rounds and paperwork]

She'll still speak to you.

Perhaps.

[ he pockets the shot. the paperwork he folds neatly and puts in the breast pocket of his coat. ]

I'm hardly about to press my luck. I'm as much the guilty party as you are.

[Arthur will punch you, Eames. Right now he crosses his arms to resist the urge]

So is that what you're upset about?

Pardon?

[ he really needs to pay more attention to the things he says. it's always unfortunate when he forgets that arthur has a hideous knack for reading between the lines. ]

You're upset you've lost Zatanna.

And you're blaming me for it.

[Arthur is quick, okay?]

I'm not fond of words being put in my mouth, Arthur.

[ this conversation is suddenly going to places eames would rather not visit. damn it. ]

Then use your own like an adult, Eames.

[Snap.]

[ there's a pause. it's not often eames' temper gets the better of him, which is probably fortunate, but it takes a moment for eames to settle and convince himself that saying something awful in retaliation simply to end the conversation isn't a good plan. ]

We weren't speaking of me.

[ because that is obviously the best answer. ]

[This is why Arthur can't stand this man. This kind of shit right here.]

Don't get shot in Spain. The paradox it would take to get me there in ten minutes could kill me.

[Changing the subject like a trooper.]

I'll try not to acquire any gunshot wounds.

[ the most charming of smiles. eames is just flat out dismissing the last few minutes. that bit of conversation never happened, nope. eames: deflecting conversation away from him and his feelings since forever. ]

Come now. Stop looking so grim and give us a kiss for good luck.

[He stares for a second, and then decides you know what.

Fuck you Eames.

And kisses him.

Fuck you Eames.

It's a dirty kiss, okay? When they part, Arthur's face says both, Fuck you Eames and Keep challenging me and see what ends up happening.]

Have fun.

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