[Eames breathes an amused noise at the question and looks up at Arthur. He has to take a moment to quiet down the million things that rush through his mind to try and put words to what it is he needs from Arthur right now, jaw clenched for a second but his expression settles into something softer as he pushes himself up on an elbow.]

You're not supposed to ask, remember?

[Did they ever discuss it? It's been a long fucking time at this point, but regardless he puts a hand on Arthur's neck, forcing himself to be thoughtful in his tone and his words so Arthur knows he's not just saying all this in the heat of the moment.]

I know it's putting a lot on you, but you know I'm pretty fucking vocal if I'm not okay with something. Don't worry about me.

[besides he's pretty sure they'd hit Arthur's hard lines before his if pushed, but Eames won't say that.]