Re: Eames/Rey/Atticus/Manning: the B&B
Eames didn't know Manning was a god, if that wasn't self-evident, darling. Nor did he know Rey, serious and slim and focused-looking, had unorthodox abilities. He knew Atticus was odd, and that the B&B was supposedly full of ghosts but he stood solidly, with his weight over his knees and well-balanced, and reached into his jeans pocket for the clock-piece crammed into it.
"Are we going to talk about how we're assembling things at a distance?" Eames drawled, slow and lazy and with a look that flicked between Atticus and Rey, who had definitely, certainly set this up with a plan in mind. "Or are you going to say bibbety bobbity boo?" This, to Manning.