The while group knew about your dreams and how you managed to easily get pulled into memories, intentional or not. Eames the most of them all having lived them with you

It was like any regular night. Everyone was else was asleep in their respectable rooms in the ware house. Eames had rolled over in bed half asleep as his hand went to your side looking for you in his sleep to find it empty. He instinctively sat up and got up from the bed walking out of your guys’ shared bedroom

There was a faint light coming from the kitchen downstairs. He had walked in to find you sitting on the counter trying not to hyperventilate as tears rolled down your cheeks. You had a shaky hand against your chest, specifically the locket you wore as a totem to keep yourself tethered after waking from dreams

Eames: “Oh, love”

He walked over quietly standing in between your legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist and burying his face in your shoulder knowing touch calmed you