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Don't tear my work or I'll take you to a hospital.

[All set up. He sits back]

I got you Netflix.

I'll keep them intact, don't worry.

[ only arthur could magic up netflix at a moment's notice. eames snorts. ]

You're a saint.

Good.

[Arthur is setting it up, logging in, so on, so forth]

You'll turn me into a pushover.

Hardly. You just want to keep me from bleeding all over your sheets.

[ and there was only so much time eames could spend asleep. dreamwalking killed time, but that's part of the danger of it. ]

That's a perk of keeping you awake.

[He hands Eames the remote]

[ eames flips it around in his hands. ]

Darling, you're aware this does count are more than a simple favor.

[Arthur eyes him]

What do you mean?

I'm saying "I owe you" might not cover this, exactly.

[ because this would end up being a hell of a favor, not that eames would balk at delivering. that was how things worked, after all. ]

No.

I suppose it doesn't.

[Arthur finally, finally sits.]

I always seem to end up in this position.

Meaning?

[ the shift in position takes a few minutes, before eames is sitting upright, leaning forward slightly to keep his eyes on arthur's face. ]

[Arthur just looks over, meeting Eames' face.]

My loyalties run deep.

I know, love.

[ eames' voice is quiet. ]

[Urgh. Urgh, to be loyally tied to Eames, his life, what has it come to]

We're not getting matching towels.

Perish the thought.

[ he's smirking, despite the implications of the conversation. ]

I could always steal us some lovely engraved silverware.

[ not that they'd be engraved with their names, but it's the thought that counts. ]

[Eames just lets a look]

For all the dinner parties I host?

[ the smirk just widens. ]

I'm sure you could find a use for them.

[Arthur shakes his head.]

You owe me, but you did come after me in limbo.

I did. But that's already been settled.

[ or it was, as far as eames was concerned. ]

If you think so.

[Arthur is a little surprised that won't be held against him forever]

I do.

[ eames doesn't forget, but he leaves it alone. a man's past, arthur's past, it's not something that should be touched. ]

[The high cost of dreamsharing]

Any theories on who's a Skrull?

Any of the ones taken recently can be ruled out. They'd have been killed or publicized, like the last dead one was.

[ eames reaches up to rub a hand over his face, movements painstakingly slow. ]

I'd look to those in power. The people who control things here.

[ because what was the point of taking someone's place for a takeover unless it was someone who could affect things? ]

Mitchell Hundred, or the Deputy Mayor.

Or one of those Avengers. They have pull in this place.

[ after a moment, eames eases back onto the mattress with a groan. ]

There's also stealth agents to contend with, those who work behind the scenes.

People like us.

[Because Arthur is working information for the Mayor's office, and Eames, well.

They're both in the business]

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