That was Eames all over though, he liked keeping people just a little off-balance, and especially with Arthur, he'd always excelled at nudging the other man right to the edges of his comfort zone and sometimes even just past, though the few times he'd managed that he'd always paid for it later.

He had to resist the urge, again, to touch Arthur, just shaking his head at the other man's glare, quietly amused by it more than anything.

He made his way back to the hotel, entertaining the thought of what might happen if he and Arthur were booked in the same place. He didn't suspect there would be any miraculous reconciliation, not so soon, anyway, maybe not ever a small, traitorous voice in the back of his mind reminded him, but he'd had a lot of practice at ignoring that voice, and he was going to do the same now. Mostly because even if they didn't work out in the end, they at least had to have a proper end to things, not just one of them vanishing into the night.