Author's Note: So, after about a million conversations with AimlessGirl about how absolutely perfect his couple is, I wrote this. She's already read it, and may/may not have threatened to kill me if I didn't post it. :D Personally, I don't think it's that good, but I am proud of it.

Disclaimer: I'm not even officially sure who owns Inception

so there's no way I can own…

It would suffice to say that Arthur was surprised when the doorbell rang. He was also surprised when he opened the door to find a dripping wet Eames at the front step of his apartment door. They'd broken up last week; he wasn't supposed to be here.

"Are you going to stand there and look pretty or are you going to let me in?"

Arthur shook his head, realizing only then that he had been staring at the forger. He took a step back, allowing the other man to slide between himself and the door frame. Arthur shivered when their arms touched. "What happened to you, Eames? You look like a drowned rat."

The forger shot him a look as he accepted the towel Arthur offered him. "I was taking a taxi to Cobb's to test the new forge. Halfway there I realized I forgot my damn wallet." He ran a hand through his damp hair. "Damn cabbie kicked my arse out over by third and B."

Arthur's eyebrows shot up, but he quickly resumed his bored countenance as he sat in his favorite living room chair.. "You walked twenty-seven blocks...to come here? In the rain?"

"Where else was I going to go, darling?" He paused standing there awkwardly, trying not to drip on the floor. He knew how OCD Arthur could be. "Is my drawer still full? The one with all my clothes? From when-from before?" He looked to the ground. This shouldn't have been so awkward.

Arthur swallowed, knowing he should apologize. The break-up had been messy on both sides, but he'd been the harshest. "Yeah, er, yes. Top right. I actually just finished doing some laundry so everything should be in there."

There was an awkward pause. "Right," Eames said. "I'll just go change then..." He turned on his heel and slinked down the hall to their-to Arthur's room.

Arthur sighed as Eames left the room. It wasn't supposed to be this bad. Things were supposed to be better now that they were apart...So why wasn't it?

He looked up as Eames re-entered the room changed and looking as gorgeous as ever. Arthur averted his eyes to the hands in his lap as the forger spoke. "I should probably get going. Cobb was expecting me twenty minutes ago." He made his way to the door. "Thank you, darling." With that he was gone.

Arthur was out of his seat, chasing after him within minutes.

Author's Note: This may/may not become a series of Eames/Arthur one-shots. I'm not sure yet. I've got another one written, but I don't like it as much as this one. Hmmm…What to do? What to do?

Peace, Love, Mark, and Iggy.

Kierstin.