"Shut it." Muttered affectionately though. His focus wanders to the television moment before Eames' voice draws him back.

"Sounds like a bloody awful line of work if it happens so often." Even if that's from the outside looking in. He wonders, briefly, what Ritchie would have to say about it. In the dreams he's travelled through, if you die there, you die in the real world. "Doesn't work that way in my world. Least not that I've seen.

Tell me about it?" If he's up for it. Maybe John just wants to hear the other man's voice.