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[Clearly Eames had no clue about their relationship but it's nice to have comfirmation to his suspicion. With a sigh] God Arthur. I know feelings aren't really your forte but Ariadne doesn't know this job like we do. She didn't know she was doing any wrong. And quite frankly, I think you both work well together.

[Still not looking up.] She's gone now. It doesn't matter.

Call her, Arthur. The job can bloody well wait.

I have nothing to say to her.

You are one of the scariest fuckers I know, Arthur. But don't pull that crap, don't be the arsehole guy, okay? She made a mistake, sure but Ariadne's all for the bloody team and she's part of it now.

I can't work with someone who can't work with me. And she wanted to leave.

[Does not believe this for a minute] She's probably just as hot headed.

I have no intention of contacting her. She thinks she knows this business, that she won't get herself killed, fine. [No, he is not worrying about her. Not at all.]

Arthur, you are allowed to care for people.

Relationships and this job don't work. You know that as well as I do.

You're never one to adhere to the norm.

[He looks up from the paperwork, annoyed.] It didn't work out.

[Shrugging and still leaning back] Regardless. We still need Ariadne.

We'll find another Architect.

Yes, because with our new found status we can really find an Architect we can trust. [Eyeroll] Ariadne's our best bet.

She left. She wanted to leave and she did. [Stubborn Arthur is stubborn.]

Call her.

I have nothing to say.

Bollocks.

[He furrowed his brows.] What? Beg her to come back? No, Eames.

Just talk to her, Arthur.

Her phone's off and I'm not running down to Bolivia to talk. [He does care in his own way.]

[With a heavy sigh] You can get into contact with anyone you bloody well want. Talk to her, Arthur. Don't be an arsehole.

[He clenches his jaw.] I'm not a child, Eames. If she doesn't want me to contact her, I won't. She's clearly trying to hide, doing a piss poor job at it I might add, but hiding nonetheless.

[Leaning back in his chair again, Eames just stares at him for a long moment] Arthur. I get it. You're stressed, you're probably trying to protect her. But this? Stupid fucking idea mate.