Ariadne frowned as Arthur spoke. "I didn't ask, I didn't have any interest in who you slept with before. Eames just said it. It didn't matter - it was a misunderstanding.
"But if you're not interested in sleeping with me right now, and you don't want to date or have a girlfriend," she emphasized the words very slightly, to make sure he could see where she was coming from, "what do you want? Why did you go out on a date with me in the first place?
"I like you, Arthur." She did, a lot. At least, when he wasn't making her feel like he was toying with her. Like right now. Is that what he did with Eames? Maybe Eames could deal with it, but Ariadne wasn't so thick-skinned. She didn't usually play that kind of game. When she went on a date with someone, it was a date, and if it went well, there was another date, and if the dates were all good, eventually she had a boyfriend. Arthur clearly played by a different set of rules, but which set wasn't something she'd been able to figure out. She'd assumed, and gotten her feelings hurt.
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"But if you're not interested in sleeping with me right now, and you don't want to date or have a girlfriend," she emphasized the words very slightly, to make sure he could see where she was coming from, "what do you want? Why did you go out on a date with me in the first place?
"I like you, Arthur." She did, a lot. At least, when he wasn't making her feel like he was toying with her. Like right now. Is that what he did with Eames? Maybe Eames could deal with it, but Ariadne wasn't so thick-skinned. She didn't usually play that kind of game. When she went on a date with someone, it was a date, and if it went well, there was another date, and if the dates were all good, eventually she had a boyfriend. Arthur clearly played by a different set of rules, but which set wasn't something she'd been able to figure out. She'd assumed, and gotten her feelings hurt.