[Sometimes, Eames has found, that force is the better option when logic goes awry. It wasn't hard to knock Arthur out, surprisingly easy in fact, but he was injured and not listening. He had to take matters into his own hands if they were going to do the smart thing and leave, even if it meant abandoning Cobb in the process.
Dom's a big boy, Eames told himself, and would likely repeat verbatim to Arthur should it come to it. He can take care of himself.
At the time, saving his own skin had been more important, and somehow saving his own also meant saving Arthur's. Shot in the leg and bleeding out would be a bitch of a way to go.
But that was hours ago, and since then Eames had stolen a truck, cuffing Arthur in for safe keeping. He tended to the wound when they stopped for gas, tearing up the bottom of his shirt to wrap it and covering his compatriot with the rest of it, just in case anyone got a glimpse inside.
That, and, maybe out of some sense of compassion. Now though? He's driving them through Nevada with his wifebeater sticking to his chest from the heat, his fingers tapping a beat onto the steering wheel.]
I'm horrible here you go.
Dom's a big boy, Eames told himself, and would likely repeat verbatim to Arthur should it come to it. He can take care of himself.
At the time, saving his own skin had been more important, and somehow saving his own also meant saving Arthur's. Shot in the leg and bleeding out would be a bitch of a way to go.
But that was hours ago, and since then Eames had stolen a truck, cuffing Arthur in for safe keeping. He tended to the wound when they stopped for gas, tearing up the bottom of his shirt to wrap it and covering his compatriot with the rest of it, just in case anyone got a glimpse inside.
That, and, maybe out of some sense of compassion. Now though? He's driving them through Nevada with his wifebeater sticking to his chest from the heat, his fingers tapping a beat onto the steering wheel.]