Boxer follows Natasha to the couch, but he's not allowed on the furniture, he knows that well even if he doesn't understand why. People are allowed on it but not dogs? Ridiculous. He looks up at the two of them in turn, deciding what he wants to do for a moment before coming and sitting at Eames' feet and resting his head down on a knee.

"I've had him about a week, but I've been visiting him at the shelter for around half a year now." Eames smiles down at the dog who's just come and plopped his face down on his lap, gently brushing a hand up and down his side.