Strong arms locked around Arthur, pulling the lean line of his body close. Despite that strong, lithe form, Eames knew there was so much strength there. The strength of his body, more so of his mind and emotions. He could kill, he’d done it enough. It wasn’t something though he liked having to do, especially when his mind kept telling him that maybe there had been other ways. Ways to solve the problem without hurting anyone. He couldn’t take that chance though.

His first response was to say of course he was fine but this was Arthur, and things with them had changed. He shook his head. “No. Not really.” He turned his head, kissing Arthur’s temple. “I’m sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t want them triangulating my phone and finding this place.”