"Oh," Dieter smiled broadly as he tried to imagine it all. The architect building the world and the forger making it all real for the person who's dreaming. He found himself shifting just a bit closer as well, until his head was pressed against Eames' knee.
"What happens when they catch on? Do they wake themselves up? I never manage to wake myself up from bad dreams," he mused. But being in someone else's bad dream must've been so much different.
He shifted more finally, to rest his head on Eames'lap while they talked. It was comfortable, he told himself. And it was a very nice lap, and he liked casual affection.