That Arthur agreed with him rather than arguing made Eames' heart skip a quick beat. Arthur wanted the same things he did. This wasn't play when it was east to be abandoned when things got tough. They were sharing something and it meant a lot to them. Both of them.

"Texting can work too," he agreed, grinning as he shifted to set down his empty bowl before moving to slide the same arm around Arthur and pull him close. "Huh. You know, I bet I could find a place there. Might make things easier." Not in the same hotel, for so many reasons, but close. For both their sakes.