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Arthur sat hunched over his laptop. Reaching for his coffee cup, he took a sip. He suddenly became aware of a giggling sound in the corridor.

"Eames, we really shouldn't-" he heard Ariadne say. He frowned slightly; he didn't want to think of what was going on. He put the mug down.

"What do you mean, you can't show me the designs?" He heard Eames ask, teasingly. Arthur swallowed. A feeling of embarrassment rose as he realised what he'd been thinking.

"Well, your projections might come crashing in-"

"Oh, only I'll come crashing in, I can promise you."

"Eames-"

"HEY!" Arthur shouted. "Keep it down! I'm here to work!"

A sudden silence fell in the corridor. He hunched over his laptop again.

"Sorry, Artie," he heard Eames call. "Sorry to have disturbed you. We'll just continue downstairs."

"Yeah, you do that!" Arthur called back, more tersely than he intended. He felt his face redden again. TThe Forger strolled in.

"Sorry about that," he said, casually. "But this is getting tedious. Trying to convince her she's attractive and interesting."

Arthur bristled. "Stop it." He looked at the Forger. "Just because she's not one of your bimbos-"

Eames stared at him. "Oh, dear me. Someone getting his temper on? Don't spit your dummy out, Arthur. You can swoop in like the night in shining armour soon, and make her feel...better."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "I know what I'm going to do."

"Really?" Eames grinned. "Do enlighten me, Artie."

The Point Man smiled, and leaned forward. "In one of the layers, I'm going to get her to sit with me. And I'm going to kiss her. When she doesn't expect it."

Eames looked at him. "Are you serious? She won't expect that-"

"No, she won't," Arthur said, almost arrogantly. Then he smiled. "But she won't forget it, I promise you that."

Eames smiled. "Artie. You really are a devious, cruel, arrogant little bastard, know that?"

"Its pretty simple," Arthur said, offhandedly. "Boys meet girl, boys date girl, boys crush girl, boys giggle."

"And the girl?"

Arthur smiled. "What do you think?"

Eames grinned, and raised his coffee cup. "I'll drink to that."

Arthur raised his cup, and clinked it, trying hard to ignore the disquieting feeling growing in his chest.