"It was dreadfully boring," Eames says with a soft sigh, arching a little under John's hands because it's nice to feel something good instead of this constant ache. "Endless nights of training new soldiers. Watching them turn into hardened murder machines. I showed some promise with Dreaming early on so they signed me for the gig."

He snorts softly then and shrugs. "But I got tired of it. Unsurprisingly. Haven't looked once back and thought Gosh, I wish I was with the army still."

He lets the edges of his nails drag a bit across John's back, scratching that itch that everyone has unknowingly.

"Can you imagine? How ungrateful of me." Definitely. "Well, the private sector got their hands on the technology eventually. "How did that happen? Gosh, Eames has no idea. "They came up with more innovative ways to use it. I got involved with some ground breaking projects early on. It was explored quite deeply and of course first with all the innocent intentions of helping people with it, learning new ways to utilise the unbridled innovation of human mind, deep subconsciousness."