Despite the fact that Eames had the body of a fighter, of someone who could use brute strength, Arthur also knew that it wouldn't have been Eames' first option if there was any other way. But from what he could gather, there hadn't been.

"Don't apologize," he said, turning his head to press a kiss to his cheek. "It's no more than what I would have done in the same situation," he whispered and pressed their brows together again. The important part was that Eames was here, alive and no worse for wear.

He bit on his bottom lip, hard. "Almost thought it was me," he whispered, his ears turning a little red in embarrassment. It was hard for him to admit that but things had changed with them. "I shouldn't have doubted it."