Arthur snorted softly, turning to wrap his other arm around Eames, wanting that closeness for the moments he might have it, fearful deep down it might never happen again.

"I don't see it changing that I want you both," he said, not talking around it as he had earlier. "Nor should it. She deserves better than that. As do you," he said, reluctantly pulling back slightly, aching not to move away. "I can be happy just to have... what we had before my drinking. That is good enough for me." Just not to lose another family in his lifetime.