Eames’ look sobered slightly. “I’m betting I know more about you than most do,” he said, not at once doubting it. Even before they had begun their affair, he would have possibly put money down on it but now, with all they were sharing and learning about one another, he would damn well bet all he had that he knew Arthur better than even Cobb. Maybe even Mallorie in the day

He considered that, liking the idea. “If I can help you, then you know I’m going to try,” he said, his comment soft and serious. He wanted to be there for Arthur, and not just because now he truly felt that Arthur was his. Because Arthur deserved it.

“But you’re my wicked boy,” he said with a wink.