"Am I?" Eames asks, whipping a look at Arthur that says he probably should rethink that statement. Then the intensity of it breaks down as he looks at Arthur, something a lot softer entering that gaze, fonder. "What do you want me to say? I never considered it because it seemed to so clear that you were holding on some feelings for Cobb. I figured that I was mostly a poor replacement. But... I've had some time to think in the past two months that I've spent here without you."

He turns to look at the water glass again, brows furrowing. "That's the reason why everything has been quite difficult for a while. The ghost ship, Arthur, was this place playing on my emotions and while that wasn't me, it still got a hold of me, mostly because of the depth of the emotion that is involved with you. So... here's the truth of it. I've wanted you for myself for a long while. Before we came here."

His mouth tightens to a line when he thinks about the second question. About Gerard. And then he looks at Arthur, shaking his head. "We'll talk about Gerard later. This is about you and me."