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The Sunday after Christmas, Eames drops Matti and Ian at Logan Airport for their flight back to Heathrow. He returns their rental car before catching the Blue Line to State Street.
He disembarks, walking across the windswept expanse of Government Center to meet Arthur at the Public Market for people watching and espresso.
They’re first in line at the coffee bar and it’s Eames’ turn to pay. He’s thumbing his debit card out when Arthur’s warm hand slides into his empty back pocket.
I'm here.
Later, browsing the stalls, Eames takes Arthur’s hand and doesn’t let go.
Here, with me.