It would be easy enough to say that was all and walk away. They would likely never see Eames again, and Arthur would likely eventually disappear into the ether.

"No, that's not all." Digging into his suit pocket he pulled out his wallet, fingers plucking out an older, folded identification card. "This, for the record, is how much I don't care," he pointed out, holding it out under Eames' nose. Arthur Darling was the legend printed on it.

"That, so you know, is just how much I apparently don't care that you're about to walk out of my life, and how much I regretted walking out of yours when Mal died. And I told Ariadne that I have feelings for you because she deserved to know and..." And he was going to sound like a fool. "And because Mal told me to tell you."

He backed up a step them though. "But hey, I'm listening to my dreams so of course it was wishful thinking and not actually anything real." He huffed out a breath. "So much for me knowing everything, hmm? Because I was obviously entirely wrong about you, me and that talk we had the other evening. I..." He shook his head. "I guess that's everything." He held out the card soon. "Might as well keep it. I won't use that one again."