He could imagine it. A tryst in a dream. The two of them and whatever they could dream up. Would the projections imagine it an intrusion? The thought made him smile as he handed over the bottle to Arthur.

"As for you drunk, it can have its benefits," he noted. "Got us talking, didn't it?" Which had led to this and Eames wouldn't ever regret that. Taking back the bottle, he took another swig.

"I think I just need us and alcohol," he said with a nod, setting the bottle on the edge of the tub. "You okay," he asked softly, hand running over Arthur's hip.