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[Buried under paperwork on his desk.]

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[plagiary]

Bollocks.

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

[plagiary]

Just talk to her, Arthur.

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

[plagiary]

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

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[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.

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[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.

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What else am I supposed to do? She left. I'm not going to go crawling back to her with my tail between my legs. I was right.

[plagiary]

One day Arthur, that pride is going to get the better of you, and you'll be a sad and lonely man.

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I'm not going to endanger myself or this team because she thinks she knows more about this job. The job comes first. Always has.