[ Arthur leaves two voicemails (all on some variation of Hey, it's Arthur. Call me back.) and three text messages (WHERE ARE YOU? and CHECK YOUR VOICEMAIL. and I'LL BE COMING ROUND IN FIVE.) He doesn't hold it against Dom, the lack of response, but there is a tightness in Arthur's chest that becomes too pressing to ignore. It's panic that spreads along cartilage and bone and blood and hums low in his chest, please stay, please don't go, please don't fall deep into somewhere I can't follow.
(Don't leave me too.)
It's late in the afternoon when Arthur comes by, juggling a paper bag of groceries in one arm and house keys in the other. He hasn't had to use them in a situation beyond babysitting James and Phillipa for a few hours, but as it stands, waiting feels too cruel.
When he pushes the door open, the house seems empty and Arthur's not sure what to make of it. ]
Hello? [ He calls, quietly shutting the door behind him. ] Dom?
[ She's not the one who makes the first contact. Not really, at least. She asks Miles to slip him her graduation announcement, her number scribbled at the bottom. Whether he calls or not is up to him; he's with his children now, and she can understand it if Cobb doesn't want to think about the job that got him there. If nothing else, she can understand why he might not want to think about her -- she involved herself in his life more than most people would, and without permission at that.
Still, the number is there, and her phone is always on. ]
[ something isn't right and she can't quite put her finger on just what it is. sure she knows there is always some after effects from the jumps, but this time, well, something isn't right - she feels like shit tbh.
so checking in with the others was at the top of her list. ]
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(Don't leave me too.)
It's late in the afternoon when Arthur comes by, juggling a paper bag of groceries in one arm and house keys in the other. He hasn't had to use them in a situation beyond babysitting James and Phillipa for a few hours, but as it stands, waiting feels too cruel.
When he pushes the door open, the house seems empty and Arthur's not sure what to make of it. ]
Hello? [ He calls, quietly shutting the door behind him. ] Dom?
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I hear youre looking for me You could always simply call ?
[ It would give Eames a good giggle whenever Cobb managed to call the wrong person, of course. ]
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Still, the number is there, and her phone is always on. ]
hope this is okay;;
Clinging to the thought of her husband joining her, fulfilling his promise to her.
But right now? Whatever this place was...dream, reality, she was no longer sure, allowed her to stand across from him now. ] Dom.
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so checking in with the others was at the top of her list. ]
how you feeling?
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