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Ariadne (redscarves) wrote in makebelievelog,

"I was trying to give you an out, because I thought you wanted one - or might want one, I guess." Ariadne admitted with a small shrug and a sigh. Her gaze stayed on her coffee, for a few moments, then she looked at Eames and kept her focus on him. "You've been and you were - moody. And I didn't know why. I'm feeling worn down, which is part of why I wanted my own place. I mean, the architecture is spectacular Eames but -"

And that was where it became hard to explain in-depth what she was feeling. Ariadne wasn't the sort to pour her feelings out, though she was trying since it was Eames and they had bonded a good deal over the time spent in the Land of Make Believe. "I'm going to miss you too. I'm not moving to avoid you. So many people keep leaving and I -" She swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to keep emotions in check. "It scares me, but part of that fear makes me feel isolated anymore. My friends keep leaving. And those feelings are starting to blend into the current rooming arrangement, which I don't want to feel that when around you or Danny or Arthur. An area that's mine, where you and everyone else who is here can visit, where I can step back and deal with what's on my mind on my own... it seemed the best option to take."

"You're not too bad at it. Just - you can tell me, you know? Telling me you were going to miss me wouldn't have been a bad thing."