And that, Eames expression flickers for a moment before he's pushing Arthur back, pinning him to the wall and he doesn't care about the fucking alley-way or anything else because the fact that Arthur is already doing this is making him feel sick.

"You really don't get it, you don't get this at all. We care you stupid, annoying, frustrating twat. I know Ariadne, and I know how I feel and you - are fucking worth sorting this out for. Now just -" Growling, because he doesn't have any words for I love you you idiot and stop talking before I punch you, "Stop. Mm? Just stop. I'm not going to Morocco for you, arsehole. And I need a fucking holiday."