"I have no idea idea," Eames snaps out and while he usually doesn't raise his voice at all, here they are, something hard and sharp entering his demeanour as he pulls away from Arthur completely.

He shakes his hands, tries to shake off the whole thing but can't. Because this bloody thing is just right under his skin, right there, right fucking there. And it's not letting him go. He turns and stares the open doorway that lets out to the street.

"Maybe not, because all I've been thinking is you all the damn day and here I am. Kick me out now, Arthur."