Arthur shut the door and locked it behind him once Eames entered, biting out a laugh. "Believe it or not, I don't typically dress in a suit when I'm laying about," his lips curled up in amusement. He watched as Eames made his way over to the sofa and sat down. It took him a moment but Arthur felt like it was just right to have Eames here and on his sofa.

"Let's be honest here, you know had I been in your shoes, I would have done the same thing and not returned until I knew it was safe," he said, honestly as he made his way over to the sofa. "So don't feel like an ass." He sat down and took Eames' hand in his and giving it a squeeze.