[Eames wasn't prepared for... Any of that. He was fully anticipating an argument, and getting that apology stuns him into silence. A different kind of silence altogether. Eames' expression falls as he listens to Arthur, all guilt and regret and sadness that he's been trying to keep to himself plain on his face.]

I didn't-- I never realised.

[He looks down at the bottle in his hand, swallowing the lump in his throat.]

I'm not trying to push you away, I just... I hate it. Every time I wake you up or you have to calm me down, I can't stand it. I don't want to be that to you. With you.