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Mike didn’t reply. What do you reply to that. He was only five minutes out, but he stared at the i love you for the whole rest of the ride. Throwing money at the cabbie, he exited the cab, but didn’t go into the building. 

He eased himself down onto the stoop, just staring at the phone.

I love you. Auto correct? No, no … it was a real i love you. there was context it … what does he do?

The silence had been rather odd, the dings on his mobile something that had been a constant. Had he said something wrong? Glancing down at his mobile, Eames spotted what might have been the culprit, and he muttered, “bollocks,” as he wanted to just kick himself. That had all but killed his mood. Especially as he was certain he’d just scared Mike off. Not that he could blame him. Were their roles reversed he would have done the same thing.

[deleted text] i’m sorry i didn’t mean it

[deleted text] i’m sorry give me a chance to explain

[text] i’m sorry

It was the only thing he  could think of sending that wouldn’t make the whole he’d dug even worse. Eames knew that it was now up to Mike. If he knocked on the door he knew he’d been given a second chance. If not? At least he had Mombasa to retreat to.