Nothing about Eames' life was the same anymore. Of all the things that had happened in his life, all the things that had changed, he felt this one was the most significant. It was one thing running, gambling, being caught in dreams, and then this. Sharing a meal, a moment, time with a man, with a person, that made him smile and just want to be there. It was what he wanted. He just wanted to be here with Arthur and talk. That alone was almost stunning for the forger.

Shocking, a bit terrifying with the knowledge of the lives they were in, how deep this could all get if they weren't careful. But that was them, wasn't it? Careful, watchful, unwilling to give this up and yet worried about what it would become. If it would become anything.

"Neither would I," he admitted, reaching for Arthur's hand. "All I could think about when I was trying to decide if I should keep wanting was that I wanted to call you. Not because I knew Arthur could fix it, but because I wanted to be here with here with you."