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The job was done.

Inception was done and fuck -- from what he could tell, it had gone successfully.

So far.

Cobb had gone through customs with not so much as a blink and left with his father-in-law to his kids. Fischer Jr had left a little after that and Ariadne was heading back to Paris to return to her classes and studies. Arthur loaded the PASIV onto his luggage cart and looked around, spotting Eames standing near a pillar.

Throughout the planning stages of the job, they had been snarky, condescending (to a certain degree), and on just this side of antagonistic. It was after he found out that there was a very real possibility that they could be shot down to limbo that Arthur mentally backtracked for a split second and thought about Eames -- thought about that night and thought about what they haven't discussed yet. When Eames called him 'darling' down in the first level in what he was sure was a condescending manner, Arthur found himself wanting to say something. But, he didn't. Eames was striding away after he took his shot.

When they were on the second level and everyone was hooking themselves in, who he should have helped was Ariadne but Arthur found himself kneeling down next to Eames and helping him with his lead, giving him a quirk of his lips. Everything could be shot to hell in a matter of seconds/minutes/hours and he could feel himself wanting that lasting touch, just in case.

They couldn't risk talking in public no matter if Robert and Cobb had gone, still -- he felt ready to talk to the other man about what happened months ago. About where this left them -- if it left them anywhere.

Eames had mated with him. Well...to be fair, his wolf had mated with him and that meant something according to his research. Something that couldn't exactly be ignored. As he made his way out of the airport with his luggage, Arthur pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Eames.

If you're not heading anywhere quick, meet me at the Renaissance hotel nearby? We can talk.

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"You like to go to criticize the safety of everything and give people terrors, I'm sure," Eames said, though he didn't really believe that. It wasn't too hard to picture Arthur, stern faced, concentrating how best to eat cotten candy while dust got on his very expensive trousers and shoes.

"How did you ever guess," Arthur asked with what he hoped was a dry tone but the dryness was offset by the ever present little smirk. The days he attended amusement parks and carnivals were the days he liked to dress down and by that he meant jeans or khakis and a nice shirt. Safe to say, he didn't wear three piece suits or suits of any kind. "So then, what about you, Mr. Eames? What do you do for fun?"

Eames felt a smirk crawl over his face. "I steal wallets, pretend to be other people and steal secrets out of minds," he says with a little purr, one eyebrow raising.

Arthur raised an eyebrow before chuckling. "Thank you, I've realized those for myself. I meant things outside of that."

"What makes you think that I wasn't being serious?" Eames asks, still smirking.

"I didn't think you weren't being serious but don't you have interests outside of work," he asked, quirking a brow as he licked along his bottom lip.

"My interest is my work, Arthur. You assume that work is work to me, and it's not," He says, light and airily.

Arthur shrugged a shoulder. "Looks to me we both do a lot of assuming about each other," he said, not specifically talking about this but among things in general between them. "That is good to know though." It was a bit of the same for him to be honest. The money wasn't the sole factor in his decision to remain in dreamshare, if he didn't enjoy it and love doing what he did, he wouldn't be in it. He was good at it and it fascinated him.

"I get paid to do what I enjoy," the werewolf says, sitting back with a smug smirk.

And the truth is, that isn't all he is. That isn't all he enjoys, but he's not willing to give up that information to Arthur yet, cagey as he is.

"The best of the best kinds of jobs," Arthur agreed with an amused smirk. If he suspected differently, he didn't mention it. Eames was entitled to all his little quirks and pieces of information just as he was. He held up the glass and swirled it. It wasn't much longer before their food arrived and was being sat in front of them. He declined a refill for now, he had lost track of how many he'd had so far but whatever it was, he was only thankful he didn't have far to go.

He asked for extra napkins before picking up the burger and taking a bite. It wasn't the best burger that he's had but it was damn delicious. That might have had more to do with the fact that he was just a tiny bit drunk and a lot hungry.

Eames ate his burger quietly, given the talking that they'd done before. At least, until he heard how Arthur was enjoying his burger and quirked a brow up at his eating partner.

Arthur noticed the eyebrow quirk and finished his bite and shrugged a shoulder unapologetically and fairly un-Arthur like. "It's delicious," he said taking the water that the waiter sat down in front of him with the napkins and drank from the glass.

"How's yours?"

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