Some Dreams Dont Need To Be Seen

What does he dream of?

Eames sat, leaning back in his chair, watching arthur as his chest rose and fell to a steady beat. Cobb glanced over at Eames, studying the look of fascination that twinkled in his eyes. 'Do you ever wonder what's going on in his head?' Eames said without even glancing at Cobb. ' No. I have enough going on in my head' Cobb answered coldly.

Eames turned around to face him giving him an amused look. ' You aren't even the slightest curious. I mean. You have worked with him for ages and you have never even thought about it?' Cobb looked at him, meeting his gaze with an emotionless look ' no. It's none of my business'

Eames laughed ' You invade peoples mind daily for money yet this is none of your business?' 'Precisely' Cobb said, stalking out of the room. Eames turned back around, staring at the young point man sleeping peacefully on the coach.

A mischievous glint in his eye.

'Oh. Why wonder, when I can simply just... look.' He mumbled to himself, getting up and swaggering over to the PASIV device. Eames picked up the device and gently placed it next to Arthur. He quietly hooked himself and Arthur up, being carefull not to wake up the sleeping beauty.

Eames settled into his chair as he felt darkness shroud his eye sight.