[Something about that hits him right in the gut and Eames glances away for a brief moment. He doesn't feel guilty exactly, but his eyes flick down and away because looking at him is too much for Eames in that moment.]

I thought I'd never see you again.

[He's still moving, still slow, still a measured pace as if he's more interested in the feeling of Arthur inside him than coming at any point. He pushes his fingers through his hair, voice slightly laboured.]

I could've been executed or fucking... Back in service and I'd never get to touch you or hear your voice again.