I love this. I love them both being utterly impossible with each other. And being ordinary. No huge drama, nothing painful or sudden, just this lovely ease, this perfectly timed drift closer. It makes me want to go lounge out in the sunshine, or read a favourite book, or just sigh happily and nothing at all.

"Somewhere in the world my mother was appalled and didn't even know why."

Oh, this! This is why I love Arthur and Eames. They're inappropriate in the BEST ways.

"I thought it was the least I could do –- not offend your sartorial sensibilities."
"I like your clothes -– they just wouldn't work on anybody else."

*hearts you forever*