He had thought he'd ruined things, but Eames realized even after all he'd done, it would take more than what he'd done to ruin whatever this was. It was new, and raw at times, but neither of them were the sort to let things just vanish. Not if they had a choice, and in this they both had as much desire to keep it going as they had to lose.

Eames had no desire to lose. Not now.

Which was why he was glad so much they desired truly did measure up. Like their desires. He gave another slap, a sharp slap to one cheek out of his desire.

"I want you, Arthur. Like we were talking about."