Re: Janus/Eames
[The house is silent, save for the persistent hum of air-conditioning. And Eames hasn't any expectation when the eyes gleam in darkness, his own hazy grasp of how demonology works, means that he assumes it works much the same way he runs a dream. What fits the circumstances. He navigates the differences of the particular shape in front of him with unambiguous curiosity. And he tilts his head, seated on the edge of the couch with his knees very near Janus. Not dead, not 'not at home', caught in the web of another nightmare. But ambiguous.]
I did, darling. You didn't answer. [Utterly unapologetic.]