Who: Dominic Cobb, Eames. James Cobb, Arthur and Ariadne too. It's an Inception reunion! What: Cobb is having a bad day. Eames pays for it. Where: Cafeteria When: Today, this afternoon, not long after James Cobb arrived Warnings: Cobb has a potty mouth. And a fist. He's likely to use both.
Dominic Cobb hated Elmwood. He hated everything about it. He hated that Arthur and Ariadne were called doctors, while he was a patient. Eames maybe was right where he belonged, because he needed serious help. But Cobb? He was fine. He just hated the hospital, and everything it stood for.
Including the food. The food, if it could even be called food, was terrible. The meat was either too tough or too soft. Vegetables were always cold, and the fruit had soft spots more often than not. He hated it. All of it. Everything.
And now some punk ass kid in makeup and earrings in places other than his ears showed up claiming to be Dom's son? The fuck. James was three. Do would know, he'd been in the delivery room three years, three and a half years ago when he was born. Who the fuck was this twat, to think he could just show up and...why would anyone want to do that?
Dom all but dropped his dinner tray on the table. His lip curled up in a sneer as Eames came into the dining room. Fabulous. Just what he needed. The punk ass bastard boy sauntered in behind him. Seriously, they let him keep that stud under his lip? Dom shoved his tray, his appetite suddenly gone.
He watched them go through the line. The boy, whoever the fuck he was, could not possibly be Dom's son. No way in hell. James was three. Three year olds did not turn into 17 year old punks over night. The kid sure had Eames fooled, though. It was sickening Cobb to see the two of them together.
His focus tunneled, blocking out the cafeteria, the boy, everything but Eames as Eames moved away from the food line. Dom pushed up to his feet, and moved faster than even Dom knew he could move. There was absolutely no warning, no preamble. Dom's fist collided with Eames' face.