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The front desk has a key for him under the name Julien Antilles, an identity of Arthur’s making that they only use for this particular type of rendezvous. Eames’ hands sweat as he switches his bag from one hand to the other in the elevator; it has been a long time since Arthur made these kind of arrangements. Long enough that Eames had decided that Arthur was done with them, and mourned the loss even as he hoped that Arthur had managed to move past this need.
He’s the worst kind of hypocrite, of course. He wants Arthur’s games. He’s always wanted them, even as they worried him.
