Arthur had expected to Eames later on at his normal time, coming into the warehouse as his normal self. He had expected to see him smirking in silent, smug satisfaction when it ached for Arthur to sit down comfortably for long periods of time. Still, Arthur made it work and by the end of the day, when all he got was a text message, Arthur wasn't sure what to respond with. So he did what he usually did and said he would see him in the morning.

He wasn't sure what he expected after they gave into one of their basic needs but this wasn't exactly it. But perhaps it should have been. They did agree that things would go back to normal in the work place, right?

He looked over when Eames walked in and couldn't resist the frown that crossed his lips. To say the least, the forger looked like crap. Well, perhaps that was a little harsh. He was tempted to ask if he was okay but that wasn't part of their normal protocol, was it?

For now, he didn't say anything.

Never once since he woke up that morning did he find himself regretting what he and Eames had done -- but did Eames regret it?