Life changed. That was the story of their lives. No one started out in dream share. No one started out a criminal. No one that Eames had ever known knew from the time they were a child that this was the life they wanted or would seek out. They all found themselves here and the ones that lasted were the ones that adapted. Finding themselves in this relationship, staying as quiet as they needed to be and making it work, that was part of changing and adapting as well. A part that Eames was actually looking forward to.


Eames chuckled. “It wasn’t fun but I had it handled. I just… When it was done, I wanted to be with you, like this,” he admitted, sighing heavily and content with being there next to him. “Somewhere I felt safe, who would tell me if I was a fucking moron at the same time,” he said with a small laugh. “You should have heard that before me though,” he murmured softly. “You’ve let people treat you like shit.” And by people he means Cobb. Lets have no mistake about that.