Again, the desire to bring up the trashed mirror is right at the tip of Eames' tongue but he doesn't say anything. He just rolls his eyes at Arthur and leaves him at it. (Also because it's hard to look at him like that, flushed and very naked, and not feel a rush of want go through him.)

He makes his way to the kitchen, having just one calming drink in the way, and settles down to cook. Something simple, just whipping together an omelette from the ingredients in the fridge. He's working on auto pilot while listening to the sounds coming out of the bathroom. If Arthur goes silent for too long, he'll make it his business to walk over to check up on him.