That furrow on Arthur’s brow made Eames wince. He hadn’t meant to cause that.

“Look, I didn’t mean that to come off as sounding as much as a dick as I probably did. I just figure I have to accept that you might just be happy with things and…” And he knew he was fucking this up and he knew it.

“Just… making sure, I guess. And if you want to get ticked and hit me, I accept that,” he said, slumping a little bit he couldn’t have handled that worse if he’d even wanted to try.