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[ Modesty has never been Eames' strong suit; Modesty is a trait for those who either want their egos strokes or need it, or those who strive towards humility. He's none of the above, confident and comfortable in his abilities when he has them and on-edge when those abilities are put to the test. Confident, but wary. Two traits that have kept him a free man.

They had done the job well--very well, all things considered, and any complications had not been his doing. He could stay state-side for a little while but he hadn't intended on it when Saito commandeered them their plane. In and out, with plenty of time between him and the CIA. It wasn't likely that his fake passport would flag him up, not with all that he'd changed about his appearance over the years and the work he put into the thing, but he wasn't planning on taking any chances. Confident and wary, and free.

Three traits he and Arthur shared. Three of many, but never enough when it came down to it. It was ironic, then, that no one had ever made him feel more trapped, that no one but Arthur could have him reconsidering his own wariness. For the moment at least. A year and some change since they called it quits (he's sure that Arthur has the exact date knocking around in his skull), a few months short of that since the last time they worked together with questionable results. The time and distance between them cooled their tempers at the very least. The brunt of Arthur's frustration with him had softened along with his own bitterness. It had almost been fun aside from varying levels of annoyance from his particularly controlling ex--until the game had changed, the stakes had gone up, and the gloves came off.

He had intended to spend one night in his hotel room and then be off in the morning, confident, wary and free. He hadn't considered that he would wait for Arthur to collect his bag, leave his own in his room before knocking on Arthur's door, until he woke from the dream and saw that everyone was alright, that Arthur was alright.

Well, at least his confidence was maintained. ]