Arthur thanked every deity he could think of as he finally got Eames into their hotel suite.
After Eames had asked Ariadne who she was, the girl had burst into tears, which scared Eames, because even when he could remember things, he didn't like girls crying.
Eames had looked at Arthur and said "What did I do?" Then he had looked back at Ariadne and as he patted her head he said "It's okay, pet. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you!"
She had looked at him and then walked out of the hospital. Yusuf had followed her, wondering if what he was doing was really a good decision.
Cobb had had to help Arthur talk Eames into going with them. He seemed to trust Arthur, but every time Cobb would look at Eames, Eames would look at Arthur and say "He thinks I'm stupid!" quite petulantly.
It had taken the two a good hour to talk Eames into getting into the cab, and then Cobb had left them at the entrance to the hotel because Eames refused to go any farther with him.
Every fiber of Arthur's being wanted to yell at Eames and tell him to stop acting like a child, but after a few calming breathes he was able to talk Eames onto the elevator.
As soon as Eames entered the suite he spotted the cat. "KITTY!" He yelled, and ran over and laid down next to the cat on the couch and began to pet him.
Once Eames' head hit the pillow though, he was out.
The point man smiled at the other man, who had flung himself onto the bed. Arthur went about taking off Eames' shoes and his pants. Then he tucked the blankets around him.
He turned around to find Sherlock watching him. "I suppose you would like to be fed now?"
Arthur searched nearly the entire suite for cat food before finally coming to the conclusion that Eames had not been kidding when he said all of that stuff about spoiling the cat rotten.
Upon checking the fridge he found some tuna, which he put on a plate. Sherlock had hopped up on the table, prepared to eat his food there. Arthur rolled his eyes but decided not to fight with the cat.
Watching the cat eat didn't seem to be interesting, so Arthur sighed and decided it was time to go to bed as well. He figured it would be best if he slept on the couch for the night. Luckily it pulled out into a bed.
He was surprised to wake up in the middle of the night with Eames curled around him. Though, Arthur didn't give much thought to it, as he fell back asleep, a smile on his lips.
The next day came early and before Arthur knew it, it was time for dinner again. He and Eames had watched movies all day, and had missed lunch so by the time six o'clock rolled around both of their stomachs were grumbling.
Arthur sighed "Eames what would you like me to order out for?"
"Why don't you cook?" Eames asked getting up and bringing Sherlock with him to the kitchen.
"If you remembered anything, you would know that I don't cook. Ever."
Eames pouted at him, and Arthur shook his head, there was no way he was going to cook. As the British man continued to pout, he began to look down as if his feelings were truly hurt, "Fine. I'll cook."
"Have you remembered anything today?" Arthur asked as he moved to the kitchen.
"Not really."
"Right, of course. Why don't you go rest until dinner is ready? You can take Sherlock with you."
Eames smiled and walked off, picking up the cat on his way to the bedroom.
As he moved around the kitchen he wondered if it was coincidence that Eames had all the ingredients so that Arthur could make one of the only things he knew how to make. He decided Eames had probably done it on purpose, and set to work making the spaghetti.
As the noodles boiled, he began making the sauce, throwing in some turkey meat, mushrooms and garlic. He checked the noodles and figured they were done, so he pulled them away from the stove so that he could strain them.
Arthur let the sauce simmer as he went to get Eames from the bedroom. His eyes softened when they landed on the man he loved, who was currently curled around the cat.
"Eames, the food is ready." Arthur said quietly, trying not to startle either the man or the cat.
Both glanced up at him, looking as if they were trying to decide which was more important, food or not moving. Apparently they decided on food because they got up to follow Arthur into the kitchen.
After the plates were set on the table, and the food had been served, Arthur finally allowed himself to relax a little as he watched Eames swirl a ton of spaghetti onto his fork and then lift it high above his head and slowly lower it into his mouth.
"Arthur, do we live together?" Eames asked, his mouth full of noodles.
"Yes" Was the response.
"Why?" Eames asked another question, this time looking quizzically at the man sitting across from him.
"Because we love each other."
Eames had a distant look in his eye as he said, "You love me?"
"Yes." The way Arthur said it, made it sound so simple, as if it was obvious that he loved Eames.
When Eames began to be able to remember things, he would realize that yes; it was obvious that Arthur had always loved him. He just had never looked at all the signs.