He'd all but forgotten just how.. touchy Eames can be. They were younger then, but it wasn't much different, Eames was always grabbing his shoulders or ruffling his hair - but it's been years since they've seen one another, and Robert has forgotten what it's like. All the people he's surrounded with, his family and colleagues, his father's closest confidantes - none of them are warm or affectionate people, and he's forgotten how to be physical with people. If he ever knew how to begin with.

So he's still stiff beneath that touch, his back ramrod straight, expression tight and hard as they move across the street, through the doors and into the Three Broomsticks, greeted immediately by a blast of warm air and the thick scent of cooked meat.

"Robert," he says, succinctly. Not Robbie. "And I.. did well, yes."