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humbl_ed (humbl_ed) wrote in afreshrpg,

"Hey, it's better than staring it down in three months," he shot back at her with a grin, laughing along with her. "I'm already feeling the crabbiness of old age settling in." He coughed. That remark was a bit too close to the truth.

Glad for a different topic, he nodded. "I'm willing to take that challenge," he said. "And it'll come in handy in another sense, as I think I'm going to be spending a lot of late nights at the office on the new case I got." He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it, mind momentarily wandering to the details of the case he and Eames had been going over all afternoon.

"I'm glad of that," he said with a smile, listening her talk about the hustle and bustle of getting reacclimated to living in Britain. "Sounds like you have your hands full - are you looking forward to being back there? On the other side of the desk this time though?" he chuckled. "I'd have to imagine it would be better that way." He arched an eyebrow at her. "Oh yes, Mr. Lynch. That going well? I want to thank him for the other night. Normally, I'd offer to take him out for a beer, but considering what happened...maybe there's something else I could do."

He suddenly felt more exposed looking into Eddie's eyes than he'd felt gazing into Mamma Rosa's. He knew he could trust her...he just didn't know how much he wanted to embarrass himself. "Well, I'm...er, work is..." he began, sputtering his way to some sort of half-arsed excused when Mamma Rosa reappeared, trailed by a waiter, setting down their bowls of pasta, a basket of Italian bread, and glasses of wine with a flourish. With a Buon appetit, she and the waiter were gone.