Eames really, really didn't like Arthur. The man was great at his job, but he made Eames lose his cool with frightening ease.
He wasn't sure why; however, he couldn't help but try to return the favour, wondering what would happen if he succeeded.
The day he did, Arthur rolled up his sleeves in a clear threat, and Eames' eyes fell on a mark he'd never noticed before. It was shaped like two dice - and Eames had seen it every day of his life when getting dressed.
"Oh fuck," he said, just as his soulmate's fist connected with his face.