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Arthur's POV

Arthur was very aware of everything in his life, from his daily schedule to the private life of his co-workers, it was for him the best way to plan extractions, and most recently inceptions, without letting any detail aside. This awareness included his physical condition, and thanks to it, when he woke up that morning, he immediately knew that something was off with his health. With his poor medical knowledge, he couldn't diagnose himself so he just wrote down his symptoms on a piece of paper, hoping that he would be able to find time to look it up. They included headache, coughing, dizziness, painful breathing and judging by his burning head despite his shivering body, a good old fever. The only good thing about it was that it had woken him up early which was fortunate given the ridiculous amount of work the pointman had to deal with that day. He quickly got dressed, put on his contact lenses, poured himself a coffee, tidied everything up and checked that everything was at its right place to eventually head to work. Despite his appartment being rather far from the warehouse they had sttled in, he decided to go on foot, unsure of whether he would be able to focus in the complex streets of the city.

When he arrived, five notes had been pinned on the board at the entrance of the workspace. The one from Cobb explained he wouldn't be there because James had caught a cold and he had to look after him. Ariadne was apparently on a trip in India were she would get inspiration from the local architecture for the dreamscape she had to create for the next mission. Yusuf was also on the field, testing out his brand newdrug, so as for Saito, he was on a business trip, as usual. Eames' note was a little bit different:

"It looks like it is only going to be the two of us darling!", with a smiling emoji at the end of it.

Arthur let out an exasperated sigh and took the last note off the board  before heading to his desk which was in an isolated corner so that he wouldn't be bothered too much by the other team members. They tended to finish their work earlier than Arthur and would therefore become very annoying, his work being the most tedious to complete. Compared to the effort it was to actually stand, his chair had never felt so comfortable. After having closed his eyes for a bit, regretting that he couldn't dim the lights to make his headache more bearable, he forced himself to start working.

Eames' POV

About half an hour later, Eames stepped in the warehouse with an amused look on his face when he noticed that Arthur had removed the note he had pinned the previous evening. To Arthur intrigued face, he answered with his soft British accent:

"Good morning sunshine! Yes I know I am early but I couldn't wait for our little tête-à-tête day of work! We're going to have such a good time!"

Despite the many biting retorts Arthur had in mind, he chose not to say anything, knowing that answering would make Eames talk even more, which wouldn't help with his headache. It was Eames' turn to be quite surprised when Arthur simply went back to work, but he didn't add anything. Indeed, there was a reason why Cobb had chosen him to be part of the team, like all the others he had quite impressive deduction abilities. He had arrived at about 7.30 (which was bloody early for the night owl that he was!). When he had entered the room, Arthur was already settled and focused on his work, meaning that he had arrived at least 30 minutes earlier. He hadn't spotted the pointman's car outside the building so his co-worker must have walked here and even if the Forger couldn't exactly place where Arthur lived –Cobb had refused to tell him because of some privacy/security bs - , he knew it was at least forty five minutes away on foot. Add to that an hour and a half to get prepared (this was the least Arthur needed given his borderline OCD personnality which meant he did everything very carefully and at least twice, he had learnt it at his expense when they had been forced to share a room for this horrible work in Brazil). His final conclusion was that Arthur must have woken up at about 4.30, knowing that he had left work at 11 the day before, no wonder he was grumpy!