[Arthur's not making any effort to hide how worn out he feels, taking a sip and swallowing thickly before he speaks. When he does, he looks up at Eames to try and make it clear that he means what he says.]

I'm sorry.

[He pauses, long and thoughtfull, shaking his head.]

We've been alone together, doing this, for so long and we got to be what we are to each other - I wasn't prepared for you to have to take time for yourself. I feel like I'm going crazy because I want to help you and I can't but I need and you're... you're not here. And it's not my place to tell you how to deal with this but I just-- I wasn't ready. For any of this.