Rubbing his eyes, Arthur could tell what Eames was doing. He had done it plenty of times before when they were together. But if Arthur didn't want to fall back into that kind of thing with Eames, he was going to have to ignore it. Pretend that is wasn't him asking more than what he was really saying. And ignore the uneasy weight in his chest.

"I was, until you showed up. And there are plenty of jobs out there where we won't come into contact at all. Worked for three years; pretty sure it can work again."