Eames follows Arthur home. Arthur lets him.
It’s a nice change for Arthur to not have to worry about where his next paycheck is coming from and who’s trying to kill him.
Arthur can’t quite figure out why he’s so lucky, not when he’s covered in blood, most of it not his own, and his ears are ringing so bad he can hardly hear.
He runs into Eames again in a dive bar about half a mile from the hotel they’re staying at, the night before their third con together.