The next day Eames woke up feeling terrible. He had barely gotten any sleep, tossing and turning wishing Arthur was by his side. When Eames, after much deliberation as to whether or not he wanted to show his face at work today and deciding that he must, sat up groggily the first thing he did was reached for his phone. He was disheartened to see that there were no new text messages. So he decided to send Arthur a good morning text.

"Good morning gorgeous. I'm sorry I'm such a git. Please talk to me."

He set his phone back on the night stand and headed over to the shower. He was in and out in less than five minutes. Arthur was always disbelieving when Eames claimed he managed to sufficiently cleanse himself in that short amount of time. Thinking of Arthur brought a rough pang in his chest.

Eames made slow work of getting dressed and ready. Grabbing his keys and cell phone he was out the door in less than ten minutes. Though he did run back in because Arthur's voice in his head told him not to skip breakfast because it was the most important meal of the day. He decided to text Arthur again, to let him know he was thinking of him.

"Heard your voice in my head this morning telling me not to skip breakfast, so I grabbed some orange juice and a banana. I love you."

Upon arriving at work he was immediately bombarded with the 'Cobb death stare' as he had so fondly dubbed it. Though he had fondly dubbed it that when it wasn't being turned on him. There was nothing fond about the death stare, and Eames was afraid for his life.

Luckily Ariadne somewhat came to his rescue. "Killing Eames isn't going to bring Arthur back here, Cobb. Eames was a asshole and now he has to fix the mess he's made. Arthur is a big boy, you don't have to go around killing every idiot that hurts his feelings."

Ariadne threw her own glare over her shoulder as she pushed and shoved Cobb towards his own desk.

Eames collapsed in his chair, feeling horribly alone. Every time he looked up there was Arthurs perfectly immaculate, and empty desk. Arthur always berated him about the messiness of Eames' own desk. He himself liked to call it dysfunctional organization. He also just left it that way because he loved seeing Arthur worked up.

He sat there fondly recalling the many times he had caused Arthur to be flustered. Eames had no idea how long he had been daydreaming, but it was ending abruptly by a hand slamming down on top of his desk. He looked up to see Yusuf looking down at him.

"We're going to lunch, I'd invite you, but Cobb hates you right now. Do you want me to bring you anything?"

"Yeah, a toasted ham and swiss cheese sandwich with honey mustard." It was Arthur and his favorite sandwich. He decided now would be a good a time as any to text Arthur again.

"Hello pet. Just wanted to let you know that I'm getting a toasted ham and swiss cheese sandwich with honey mustard. Also, I know that I am a terrible person and absolutely do not deserve your forgiveness. I love you."

He looked down at his smartphone and looked at his recent one sided conversation. He could feel his insides coiling and uncoiling as he thought of Arthur. Already he missed the man terribly and it had been less than 24 hours.

Yusuf returned with his sandwich and left it on the corner of Eames desk, hoping the forger would notice it. He didn't. Eames had thrown himself into memorizing everything he needed to know about the mark and his brother, just to take his mind off the point man. It didn't really work, but at least he was trying.

Six hours later Eames finally looked up from his work and realized the rest of the team had already left. Eames chuckled at his lack of awareness, he must have been pretty into his work, to not have even noticed everyone leaving.

He looked around slowly, trying to avoid looking at Arthur's empty desk. His eyes landed on his cold and uneaten sandwich. He considered eating it, but decided against it, because what was the point of eating a toasted sandwich that had gone cold. There was no point.

Again Eames decided to text Arthur, still hoping for a response.

"I forgot to eat my sandwich, love. I apologize for letting it go to waste, I know how much you hate that. I just got so caught up in work, trying not to think of how much I miss you."

With that message sent, Eames gathered his things, turned off his light, and began heading towards his hotel suite.

Upon entering he realized how the place was really meant for more than one person, and it just caused his heart to ache even more. As he threw all of his stuff into a chair he began sliding his shoes off, followed by his shirt, and then his pants. Clad only in his boxers he rolled over, realizing too late that his boyfriend was not going to be there.

Eames picked up his phone and sent one last message before trying to fall asleep.

"Goodnight sweetheart, I hope you had a lovely day. Sleep well, I miss you in our bed."