Arthur didn't exactly want to think about that either and instead, leaned into Eames' kiss. It was easier to do than to talk about the past where he had been shot. He didn't like to think too long on the fact that he could have nearly died then. He hadn't and that's what the most important part was. Arthur was alive and sitting on Eames' lap now with their lips pressed together.

He chuckled and licked his lips. "Probably is," he said and leaned in, sliding his lips over Eames' slowly. In all likelihood, he lost track of reality like so many of their kind did.