Hate him, love him. It doesn’t matter. He’s still Arthur’s.

“Yusuf,” she says, dangerously, “did you give my point man a love potion?”

Dreamshare goes legal, Arthur goes corporate, Eames goes and (against his better judgement) falls in love.

Eames would gladly welcome comparisons to other dashing bearded men, but Eames rarely gets what he wants when it comes to Arthur.

Arthur breaks all the rules of American high school films, as though he’s never even heard of John Hughes, and Eames can’t decide if, given the choice, he wouldn’t rather just become Arthur instead of having the chance to be with him.

He still couldn't believe it, that he'd done it. He could start paying off his loans. He could get his mom decent health insurance, finally. Starting Monday, he was an associate at Cobb and Ellis and he was going to get paychecks for being a geek about contracts and procedure – and not like the pay he'd gotten for the shitty jobs he'd had ever since he was ten years old but real money. Serious money.

"I'll come bail you out," Arthur tells Eames loudly before hanging up, just to make his date splutter and start to wave down the waiter for the bill.

And he certainly couldn't get Cobb to help him out. Cobb was the master of purple prose. Everyone bowed down to him on his purple prose throne. The only pairing he wrote was him/Mal with the occasional him/Saito - but that was no surprise, since everyone shipped themselves with Saito.