By the time Eames got to his place, Arthur had changed into sweat pants and a t-shirt. It was far more casual than Eames had probably ever seen him in and the gel that usually kept his hair slicked back was no where in sight. He checked the peephole before opening up the door and allowing the forger to enter. "Hey," he said with a smile. There might have been a few work folders on the coffee table that he had gotten out after showering.

God, he had wanted Eames alone since that morning when they were in the storeroom.