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[ eames flips it around in his hands. ]

Darling, you're aware this does count are more than a simple favor.

[Arthur eyes him]

What do you mean?

I'm saying "I owe you" might not cover this, exactly.

[ because this would end up being a hell of a favor, not that eames would balk at delivering. that was how things worked, after all. ]

No.

I suppose it doesn't.

[Arthur finally, finally sits.]

I always seem to end up in this position.

Meaning?

[ the shift in position takes a few minutes, before eames is sitting upright, leaning forward slightly to keep his eyes on arthur's face. ]

[Arthur just looks over, meeting Eames' face.]

My loyalties run deep.

I know, love.

[ eames' voice is quiet. ]

[Urgh. Urgh, to be loyally tied to Eames, his life, what has it come to]

We're not getting matching towels.

Perish the thought.

[ he's smirking, despite the implications of the conversation. ]

I could always steal us some lovely engraved silverware.

[ not that they'd be engraved with their names, but it's the thought that counts. ]

[Eames just lets a look]

For all the dinner parties I host?

[ the smirk just widens. ]

I'm sure you could find a use for them.

[Arthur shakes his head.]

You owe me, but you did come after me in limbo.

I did. But that's already been settled.

[ or it was, as far as eames was concerned. ]

If you think so.

[Arthur is a little surprised that won't be held against him forever]

I do.

[ eames doesn't forget, but he leaves it alone. a man's past, arthur's past, it's not something that should be touched. ]

[The high cost of dreamsharing]

Any theories on who's a Skrull?

Any of the ones taken recently can be ruled out. They'd have been killed or publicized, like the last dead one was.

[ eames reaches up to rub a hand over his face, movements painstakingly slow. ]

I'd look to those in power. The people who control things here.

[ because what was the point of taking someone's place for a takeover unless it was someone who could affect things? ]

Mitchell Hundred, or the Deputy Mayor.

Or one of those Avengers. They have pull in this place.

[ after a moment, eames eases back onto the mattress with a groan. ]

There's also stealth agents to contend with, those who work behind the scenes.

People like us.

[Because Arthur is working information for the Mayor's office, and Eames, well.

They're both in the business]

Yes, people like us.

[ eames eyes open again, expression questioning. it doesn't have to be asked, but the question is written all over his face. are you one of them? ]

[Arthur looks over with a look on his fact that says, oh, are you fucking kidding me?]

Do they have some strange mind-meld power that lets them assume memories, too?

I'm sure their own memories are still rattling around there, if one digs deep enough.

[ he isn't certain, but based on what he knows of minds, he assumes the truth of things must be there at the very bottom of things, if one dropped down enough levels. ]

If you cut off my toe in my sleep, I'll shoot you in the face.

[Said with such blase matter-of-factness]

How about a finger?

[ eames nudges arthur's thigh with his foot. it's not entirely clear whether or not he's joking. ]

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