in small doses. [tag; Eames] [Jan28]
Robert headed out at about 7:40, dressed as warmly as he could, bundled up in a hoodie and his peacoat, starting the walk to Covent Garden. He was, of course, wildly worried about Eames. The text messages had been weird, random, and quite suspect. It couldn't be good. He didn't even know what to do if Eames was already drunk, had started without him. Whatever he was about to walk into, he didn't think it would be fun.
He hadn't heard from Eames for quite a while, but he was already getting mental images in his head of how he'd had to guide Arthur to bed and make sure he didn't die in his sleep- after getting punched in the skull, of course.
Robert stepped inside the pub just a few minutes before 8PM, hanging up his coat and his hoodie by the door before heading over to the bar to look for Eames, trying to hide the concern he felt and doing a fairly decent job. When he spotted his friend at the bar, he immediately slid onto the stool next to him, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, Eames... what's up?"
He hadn't heard from Eames for quite a while, but he was already getting mental images in his head of how he'd had to guide Arthur to bed and make sure he didn't die in his sleep- after getting punched in the skull, of course.
Robert stepped inside the pub just a few minutes before 8PM, hanging up his coat and his hoodie by the door before heading over to the bar to look for Eames, trying to hide the concern he felt and doing a fairly decent job. When he spotted his friend at the bar, he immediately slid onto the stool next to him, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, Eames... what's up?"