Until that kiss, he wouldn't have been the least bit shocked if Arthur had told him to get the fuck out. And if he had, Eames would have had no one to blame but himself. Even as he kissed him, Eames found himself clutching at the other man, pulling him close as he slid his strong arms around him. Until that moment, until the fear he had fucked up everything they were building - and a fear he hadn't entirely had when he hadn't shown up the morning after - he hadn't realized just how deep he'd let himself get. Now he knew.

"I... Fuck," he whispered, the intonation on that single word so different than when he normally was holding the naked point man. Genuine emotion and care tinged his words. "I don't think of you that way," he whispered, nuzzling the corner of his mouth.