Eames held Arthur close, one hand moving to cradle the back of his neck as he stroked his fingers gently over the fine hairs there. He breathed in the other man's scent, eyes closing. "I know because I care," he murmured. "I want to know everything."

Always one for details for the job, he wanted to know because he cared. Not that he cared because he needed to know for work.

"I know that too," he whispered, kissing the top of Arthur's head. "Even if we didn't need it to get through this, I know you're there." And he had faith he'd be there after this all was through as well.