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[ Watching on as Eames struggles with the lighter, Arthur sighs heavily with more frustration than the other man seems to be showing, rolls his eyes fondly to balance it out, and removes his own lighter from the inside pocket of his jacket, sparking it to life much easier, and bringing the flame to the tip of the cigarette, free hand keeping it thoroughly covered. ]

[ The sharp taste of his inhale is made all the more better for Arthur's aid. Heat flares in his lungs, at odds with the cool of the air, and Eames' eyes go squinty at a thread uncurling from his fingerless gloves. He really needs to change those.

Lifting the smoke away from his mouth. ] Thanks, love. [ Shifting his feet to try and gain warmth, watching a few people mill past, Arthur a glorious blur of tailoring against the dull of New York. ] What time's the train?

[ Once the lighter is tucked away, Arthur grabs hold of the lapels of the army coat he's too fond of to let go and fastens it up more firmly to keep out the cold and the wet. And as if he's able to read Eames' mind, he takes out a pair of gloves and hands them over. ] How did you ever survive on your own?

[ He checks the time on his wristwatch, compares it with the clock hanging over the station, and frowns as if the world is no longer in order. ] It should've been here three minutes ago. Told you to let me bring the Glock, we'd have this sorted in no time.

[ Holding the cigarette between his lips, Eames peels off his gloves to replace them quickly with the ones Arthur has handed to him. Then he's holding the cigarette out in offering, a smile curling across his mouth. ] Frankly darling, I didn't.

[ His suitcase sits on the floor before him, a few people milling about. There's also a satchel under his arm, bottles of water and an old paperback inside, Arthur's paper, mints for the journey. ] You can't threaten a driver that isn't here yet, love.

You know something? I believe you. Good thing you have your own personal point man to hand, now, huh? [ A tiny smile twitches at the corners of his mouth at seeing Eames put on the gloves without prompting, pleased with himself for thinking to bring them along, and he takes the cigarette gratefully, keeping it sheltered as he fills his lungs, holds it in, and releases slowly. He hands it back.

Arthur scowls in the way that he does when he's about to seriously start threatening people, glancing around looking for anyone who he can complain to, but stops himself as he catches sight of the train hurtling along the tracks in the distance, the raining pouring down harder and bouncing up as it hits the concrete. ] Thank fuck for that.

[ Puffing away on the end of his cigarette as he makes a grab for the suitcase. Eventually he flicks it away, stomps it out underneath his shoe and follows Arthur closer to the edge of the platform. ] Darling, you were running my life way before we ended up together. You just get more benefits out of it now.

[ Humming. ] Shall we get a table if we can?

[ Arthur holds on tighter to the case in hand, pushing the bag over his neck and shoulder into a more comfortable position, and makes sure that Eames is close by as the train finally screeches to a stop, the doors taking a moment to open as people step forward to join them at the edge. ]

Might as well if there's one available, and I could get some work done if things get slow. [ But even a train journey can't be that boring with Eames for company. He reaches out to loosely lock his little finger around Eames' and steps onto the train, scanning the carriages as far as he can as if he's working a job. ]

[ Squeezing his finger slightly, Eames blinks against the florescent lights of the train. It's not as packed as it could be, blissfully, and there's a table a little further ahead. Nudging Arthur's side and pointing, he pads after him, throwing his suitcase above them on to the shelf and tossing his bag on the tabletop. Then he's sliding into a seat, patting the one beside him. ]

At least it's quiet?

[ Obediently following, Arthur begrudgingly puts his somewhat smaller suitcase up beside the other, and after pulling the satchel over his head and down his arm he sits down to join him.

He sighs with relief as he settles into the seat, not as comfortable as some, but better than most, and grunts with agreeing approval. ] It's warm and dry, it'll do.

[ Eames just nudges him, starts opening his back to empty the contents. Arthur's paper is presented to the table top with a flourish, then his vitamin water follows. ] Don't worry, I'll stop you committing commuting genocide.

[ Arthur slides the paper closer, but ignores it for the time being, smiling as he watches Eames rummage around in the bag. ] You'd do that for me? Eames, I am flattered.

They wouldn't let us have a conjugal visit, darling. I'm only thinking about my sex drive. [ He gives him a wonky smile out of the corner of his eye, pulls free his energy drink and Kindle, but makes no move to turn the latter on just yet. There's no one around, so he puts his feet up on the seat across. ]

So you thought any more about how you're going to break the news to Cobb?

Do you ever think about anything else? [ He could easily sulk, but he rolls his eyes with an air of amusement instead, nudging Eames' knee once it settles in place. ] Either you weren't as cute as I thought as a child or you're making up for it now. [ But rather than scolding him, he lifts his legs up to join his feet on the opposite seat. ]

Thought about it, yeah. But have I decided on an approach? Not yet.