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Dominic Cobb (theextractor) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-08-18 19:12:00

Entry tags:

dominic cobb, eames

Who: Dominic Cobb, Eames
When: tonight
Where: a pub close to building A
What: Drinking and whining. ;)
Rating: TBD

"If it's Mal, really Mal, then... who did I watch fall to her death? Whose body did I bury?" Dominic Cobb leaned on the bar heavily. His shoulders hunched and curled in on himself as he spun the shot glass around on the counter with his hand in one-hundred-eighty degrees measures. In his head, he counted the number of times he'd done this. On this particular shot (his fourth), he had done it nine times and he hadn't even drunk it yet.

He had desperately tried to forget the events of that anniversary for so long that, now, as he tried to drudge up the memory in his awakened state, it was broken bits and pieces. Tiny details, and none of the important stuff. Like Mal's face or what she said, all those things that killed his life before she took it from him.

His neck curved so that he look Eames square in the face, puckering his mouth and furrowing his brow. "Who was I accused of murdering?"

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dream_bigger
2010-08-20 11:56 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, that," Eames replied, stirring his drink with the olive-on-a-stick as he spoke quietly. Wasn't that strange? He and Arthur had never really told people they were together (in any sense of the word), and that had been more than fine. Yet now that they'd broken up, he'd told Ariadne and acted like a lovesick fool in front of Cobb any time Arthur's name was mentioned; if Cobb hadn't been so wrapped up in his wife's so-very-obvious betrayal, he'd have tripped over the obvious signs long ago.

"I don't know, Cobb," he repeated, more than grateful that he could control his reactions as well as he could. Sighing and eye-rolling as the other man kept going over the same things was bound to get the wrong reaction, so he looked sympathetic and nodded in all the right places. "I mean, that's one possibility, sure, but she might just be... well. Sick. In the head. So it might not be her fault, Dom."

Devil's advocate, and all that. He lifted the olive out and ate it, then downed his drink in one.

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