It's only fair given the way Arthur is after sex in the evenings, the puppy-wriggle of him, how he insists on talking Eames' ear off when Eames is two half-snores away from nothingness; Arthur sitting up against the headboard in his tiny orange pants with his iPad on his knee blasting dance remixes; Arthur with pinch-marks livid on his skin and dried saliva on his nipples and far too many observations about whatever he's finding on buzzfeed.

She spends her days in front of mirrors and cameras, but it's through Raleigh's eyes that she sees herself best.

Eames really had no inkling he could be capable of this level of restraint.

I just hope when you see me I’m not see-through

Sometimes you can be working at cross-purposes and still find yourselves intersecting at just the right angle.

Esca means to show Marcus what it is to kiss slowly.

'Co-dependent' is such an ugly word. Eames much prefers to think of them as 'mutually supportive' when it comes to their interlocking neuroses.

The night before the wedding.

It takes a few years to break in a factory-new piano like Arthur's Steinway; in related news, Arthur and Eames are both still getting used to the glint of wedding bands on their ring fingers.

The truth is, it'd be worthwhile fighting the bridge traffic even if were only dinner with Joseph. Add in Joseph with his shirt off, on his knees in front of Tom — well. Tom would put up with a good deal worse for a lot less.