That minute tilt of his head and the look that's unreadable but not angry, not torn, not hollow - they get to Eames - and he's already beginning to lean up to kiss Arthur when the pointman looks away, down, between them and starts talking about the bandages.

Eames swallows and relaxes down again. His hand drops to Arthur's shoulder and down to his arm from there.

"Of course you do," he says quietly.