[Eames' gaze flicks down to Arthur's chest a moment and then back to his face, jaw clenched because in his current mood? This is extremely annoying and he wants to argue about it, but it's important, it's so fucking important that he has to consider what Arthur's saying to him properly even if that takes longer than it should.]

I can't promise, but I'm really trying, Arthur.

[The honesty should be worth something, right? He swallows and reaches out to put a hand on Arthur's chest. He's trying really fucking hard here.]

I get it if that's not good enough, but I don't... I don't think I can say I will if I don't try.