Eames couldn't help but smile, just a little, still watching Arthur out of the corner of his eye, the bottom half of the slip of paper he was using as a list becoming a sketch of the other man huddled over his coffee as if it were some sort of precious treasure. It was something he'd gotten into the habit of when they'd been together, sketching Arthur, after all, he'd started out with forging actual objects, and sometimes he still did just to keep himself in practice, and Arthur was a good subject, really, mostly because his rare candid moments, those few instances in time that proved he was human were something that Eames felt should be preserved for the future.

He shook his head, rattling his thoughts back into place when he realized Arthur was on the move, he decided to follow him, just on a whim, one of those little instincts that he'd learned not to ignore, he wasn't entirely sure that being stuck in an elevator with a probably still surly Arthur was the best idea he'd ever come up with, but it would have to do. He slipped in right as the doors were closing, whistling cheerfully, intent on not 'noticing' Arthur for the time being.