Eames' shoulders are knotted tight and he honestly doesn't know how to answer Arthur at all. Maybe it would be okay if Arthur would just give up with him. Finally. But he doesn't seem willing to do that.

"Because I'm a fucking idiot," he snaps and glares at Arthur over his shoulder for a few seconds. "Why the hell would you want to keep this ridiculous farce dragging on with a twit like me? Just tell me to go, maybe I'll understand it better coming from you."

Arthur deserves none of this after all. None at all.