Totems seemed like a very good idea. Dieter's smile was warm when Eames told him that this world was real. It was better than the thought that maybe he'd made it all up in the second before he died, or as he was shuffling around Vegas as a zombie.
"The totems aren't in the dreams?" he asked. "I heard once that you can't read in your dreams but I don't think that's real either. I know I've read safe blueprints in my dreams all the time."
He was exceedingly comfortable with Eames; comfortable and wanting, though it was a slow simmer.