Re: [Woods: Atticus & Eames]
Atticus had what Eames would have called swagger. It didn't need to be brash, swagger was when confidence met outward appearance and made itself comfortable. Cocky was something altogether different, darling. Cocky got too comfortable, or wanted to swing the confidence about a bit. For Repose? Eames had survived years of Repose by now. So long as he had his wits, he thought he could see Repose down.
It was interesting Atticus, who clearly knew Janus better than Eames himself, didn't know how many there were. "Well, Janus is, darling. Don't go running away with yourself. I think it was more curiosity," he said, speaking of Janus in the main. Himself, a little. There was little romantic about Eames's feelings, but an overwhelming relief for a friend who had, when all was said and done, seen off bad dreams that had a tendency toward being a little more alive than was strictly necessary.
"Janus knows you well enough? Both yous, as it were?" Eames thought that was the crux of the matter. Whether someone had enough of the fingerprint to be recognizably himself. It was all curiosity, the answer appeared to satisfy Eames at least temporarily. Enough that he hadn't found a weapon in the kitchen: there were of course, several. "I don't know you well enough, darling. I do know you didn't have the ink. Recent addition?" He picked up his own beer glass and drank, and laughed, amused.
"See this place lacking in electricity? It's borrowed. I like company on my own terms," Eames said, perfectly truthfully. He just liked more than he presently had. "I like the woods. I've gotten used to the quiet."