tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-25:1259344 notjustathief notjustathief 2012-04-18T03:09:15Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-25:1259344:1827 2012-04-18T03:09:15Z 2012-04-18T03:09:15Z public 7 Eames hated this.<br /><br />It had been over a week since he'd talked to Arthur, and that included even small, meaningless exchanges like "Pass the coffee pot". Granted, it was his own damned fault -- he'd asked for space to calm down, and Arthur had given it to him. But now the absence was driving him insane.<br /><br />What had happened wasn't Arthur's fault -- he knew that. But he'd been angry and there wasn't anyone to blame -- or, rather, anyone to take out his anger on. And he knew that if he lashed out at Arthur, he'd say or do something he'd regret, and that taking time to cool off would be wiser in the long run.<br /><br />Still. He could tell Arthur'd been hurt by it.<br /><br />He couldn't sleep that night and found himself nursing a bottle of ale in the kitchen some time after midnight. There was a silly, nagging thought of just going into Arthur's room and curling up with him like nothing was wrong, but that was foolish -- as much as he might miss the other man, all it'd do would disturb him.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=notjustathief&ditemid=1827" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments