Author's Note: So…these are coming out so easily it's not even funny. AimlessGirl keeps trying to get me to make more, but I'm not really sure why. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Inception or the song this was inspired by "For the First Time" by the Script.

"Give me one of your strongest...whatever, mate."

Eames flopped onto the bar stool, weary from the day's adventures. Adventures...That was one way to word it.

Eames had come home from the bar to find Arthur sitting at the kitchen counter, sighing and running a hand through his hair in the way Eames knew he only did on rare occasions where he was stressed beyond comprehension.

The bills had come in the mail today. The bills they had no money to pay with.
Dream-sharing had become less common over the past few years. Jobs were few and far between. Neither half of the couple had worked a job in over a year, and the money from the inception with Cobb was running low.

Arthur was understandably stressed, as was Eames, but Arthur was so much worse. There were nights, Eames knew, the point man stayed up worrying about how they would pay for their next meal.

But today, today-Arthur had been a wreck. The stress had gotten to him-gotten to them both. And they'd both just lost it. They took it out on each other.

And Eames had ended up here in an attempt to drink his stress away.

The mug clinked on the counter and shook Eames from his thoughts momentarily. "Th-thanks, mate."

A sigh left the forger's throat involuntarily. He knew he should go speak to Arthur. They didn't need a fight on top of all this. It wouldn't help, only hurt. He looked at the hands in his lap and bit his lip. He had to fix this. He couldn't loose Arthur too.

He got up, leaving his untouched alcohol behind.

Arthur didn't even look up when Eames knocked softly before walking into their shared bedroom and sitting beside him on the bed.

"Darling..." Eames wrapped his arms around the smaller man, but Arthur shoved him away, obviously still upset.

The forger sighed and replaced his arms around the slighter man, keeping them in place even as he protested. "Arthur, please don't be this way." He began to rub comforting circles in the point man's side. "I understand your stress, I do, but our arguing in this way won't help."

Arthur shook his head. "That's not what I'm worried about, Eames." He noticed the look on the other man's face and added, "I mean, I am worried. It-It's just with everything else that's going on..." He trailed off, looking towards the ground.

Eames nodded in understanding. "I know, love, I know. It's hard trying to get by." He paused. "But-but we'll be stronger because of it, I promise." He lifted the other man's chin to look him in the eye. "I love you. We'll get through this. Together."

Author's Note: SAPPY!

Peace, Love, Mark, and Iggy.

Kierstin.