Arthur felt the forger tense and sighed softly, pressing his forehead against Eames'. "Don't. You didn't fuck anything up," he said, his voice soft as he looked into the man's eyes. "Truth be told, I thought I fucked something up this morning when I admitted that I thought it was because of me. Frankly, it seems neither of us are very used to this sort of thing." All they could do though was learn and learn to trust the other. Which was something Arthur was going to really have to learn as well.