But she’d looked beautiful then, too, all rumpled and disheveled, her hair hanging loose and her shirt looking like she’d slept in it. He’d almost wanted to tell her how pretty she looked, then, but he’d held back.
Arthur never took compliments the way most women did, or even the way most people did. He’d tried them out on her before, offered genuine praise when they were in bed together and sly murmurs of appreciation when they were at work, but each time her mouth went tight and her shoulders stiffened, and she looked at him like she thought she was being creatively insulted.
And Eames didn’t quite know what to do with that, but it wasn’t at all the effect he was going for, so he’d stopped complimenting her altogether.
This detail feels very real to me. Loved this chapter!
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Date: 2010-10-11 09:28 pm (UTC)Arthur never took compliments the way most women did, or even the way most people did. He’d tried them out on her before, offered genuine praise when they were in bed together and sly murmurs of appreciation when they were at work, but each time her mouth went tight and her shoulders stiffened, and she looked at him like she thought she was being creatively insulted.
And Eames didn’t quite know what to do with that, but it wasn’t at all the effect he was going for, so he’d stopped complimenting her altogether.
This detail feels very real to me. Loved this chapter!