Re: Eames/Rey/Atticus/Manning: the B&B
Eames had Arthur's warning at the very back of his mind. It wasn't guns and it wasn't heists and it wasn't a short, admittedly dapper spy standing in his own safehouse which Eames rather considered more dangerous than anything else. But he didn't know the woman, or the blond walking devastation. He knew very little of Atticus and what he knew ranged on the spectrum from flattering to unflattering. It was, all things considered, not the wisest idea to put a memory forward like chum for sharks.
But he walked forward. He dug the clock piece from his pocket, and he dropped it into the circle, not too gently because Eames really didn't mind in that instance if it shattered. It didn't: he stepped back, and he looked at Rey, and cocked an eyebrow. "Go on then, darling."