He laughed, the sound not quite as bitter as he felt thinking about it. His fingers held Arthur's securely, not willing to let go while they're dealing with all of this. He wanted to cling to him, to hold him tight. Just because this was becoming so normal doesn't mean that it is easier, or becoming more normal to them. Normal didn't make it entirely okay.

That was all the encouragement Eames needed though, moving to slide his arm around Arthur and pull him closer. "We'll handle it and make it okay," he murmured, leaning over to kiss the shell of Arthur's ear.

"Oh? You have a bad feeling about the huge creepy hotel," he murmured, hugging Arthur once more. "Seconded though."