Eames quiets when Arthur takes his hand. He sucks in a quiet, deep breath, holds it and then relaxes. The coffeemaker gurgles on the counter beside him, Eames doesn't pull his hand away but he also doesn't move in any closer like he usually might have.

"I'm sincerely sorry about what happened," he says quietly. "And I don't expect you to forgive me now, or maybe ever. I just want you to know that none of that was my own idea and I would never do that to you."

He squeezes Arthur's hand once and then pulls his hand away, busying himself with the coffee. Yes, he drinks a lot. Yes, there's a reason for it. No, it's probably not going away soon.