"You trying to cook," he said with a grin. "Or you blowing up a kitchen. I could be happy with either outcome," he admitted, watching Arthur the entire time. Just being here, being alone with Arthur and able to stop thinking about what had happened, what he had with this man suddenly. It was different and comforting at the same time.

That Arthur had gone through all that trouble meant a lot to Eames and he couldn't help but smile that he'd done this.

"You're good to me, you know."