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[He groans.] Why, exactly?

First, to make sure that you actually do go back to the hotel. And second, because I do so enjoy seeing you miserable.

Firstly, where else would I go? And secondly, I hate you.

Back here. And I know.

Come on. You can pay for the cab.

[He was going to pay anyway. He gathers some files and his laptop, making for the exit.]

[Eames just slings her coat over her shoulder and strolls after. Arthur is an endless source of amusement and, after all, no sense hanging around here by herself.]

[Arthur flags down a cab. He will never be sick enough to forget his manners, opening the car door for her. His face is grumpy though, far from pleased about her company.]

[And he recieves a charming smile for his grumpy face as Eames slides into the cab and then over to the other side. The hotel isn't far and she's content to watch Arthur (mostly out of the corner of her eye) instead of talking on the way.]

[After telling the driver the address of the hotel, Arthur lays his head back and rests his eyes, trying to ignore the aches in his body.]

[Leaving work and letting himself show weakness, my, he actually was sick. It's probably better that Arthur's eyes are closed because that way he won't witness the slight way that Eames is frowning.

When they pull to the hotel Eames is pushing money into cabbie's hand practically before the car is stopped.]

[Arthur opens his just in time to see Eames handing the driver money.] Hey. I thought I was paying.

Yes, well, never say that I've never done anything for you, Arthur. [She scoots closer to scoot him out, grabbing his laptop and folders as well as her own jacket.]

[She's left him with no choice but to get out of the car, which he does. He won't let her carry all his stuff on her own though, so he takes his laptop from her and enters the hotel. Once they're inside, he eyes the elevator with some level of caution. He doesn't fancy getting stuck in one again.]

Maybe we should take the stairs.

No paradoxes in reality, dear, if you take the stairs you'll have to walk up each one. [She reaches out to hit the elevator call button.]

[The walking involved is enough to put Arthur off the stairs idea. He walks into the elevator once the doors open with a ping.] It better not break down again...

The chances are astronomical, you realize. [She hits his floor and leans back against the rail, counting the numbers as they rise. Arthur gets a smile as the doors peel neatly open at the correct time and place.] I won't even say I told you so.

Please don't. [He breathes a sigh of relief when the elevator behaves, walking out of the elevator and into a hallway. He gets out his key card and slides it into the slot on the door of his room. The door clicks open and Arthur walks in.]

[Eames follows, setting the folders down on the closest surface and wandering into the bedroom of the suite like it's her room instead of his, turning down the bed.] Get in.

[Arthur sighs at her behaviour.] Eames, you've accompanied me back to my room. Now you can go.

[That was true, of course. She taps her fingers against her elbows before stepping closer and reaching up, loosening his tie just a little.] Get some sleep, Arthur. Where would we be without our Point Man?

[What is with Eames loosening his tie all the time?] You'd be in a very unfortunate place. Now I'd like to change into something more appropriate for bed. Without an audience.

[Because she thinks he's too straight-laced. Which he is. Her fingers slide down the material and away.] I'll stop back later tonight to make sure you're not dead. A business investment, I assure you.

Of course. If I don't answer the door, I'm no longer alive. [He shows her to the door.]

Thanks... for escorting me.

[Eames steps over the threshold and smiles, a brief flash of something sincere.] Take care, darling.

Likewise, Miss Eames. [He manages an honest smile at her before he closes the door.]