By the time Arthur came out, Eames was back at his desk. A folder was open before him and he was studiously taking notes. Occasionally he would raise his head, glancing around though the first and last place his eyes lingered was on Arthur. He wasn’t sure why this time bothered him so much more than the past had, but Eames found himself unsettled.


When Ariadne came in though, he was lighthearted and joking, only his eyes showing the truth as he paused to send a text.

Really want you alone right now.