Re: Janus A/Eames: the 'Stop
Eames contemplated, for a minute, sat on the floor, what constituted 'life-changing'. Was it life-changing, to go rattling down a track of inevitability, even if the inevitability was piss-poor pretence at knowing at all what it would be like, until you ran into the wall you'd spent however many years knowing was there but hadn't expected until the last second, you'd hit.
He didn't have a wedding-day. He looked, sharp blue on the light colored eyes and he ignored the distraction of the cup. "Enough. I'm not lighting a cigarette with damp matches."