[Arthur falls into a frozen but contemplative silence at that. What is he supposed to do? He was there, he knows, but it's not any of his business to tell Eames' mother any of that. Part of him wants to say the he'll take care of him, but that promise feels hollow and wrong somehow. They've taken care of each other, but almost entirely on unspoken terms that Arthur's not about to go vocalizing here and now.]
[He looks over at Eames, looking for help, looking for him to take the lead on this. There are so many things he'd love to say, promises he'd love to make, but his first priority is Eames and betraying him by saying too much right now isn't even remotely something he wants to do.]
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[He looks over at Eames, looking for help, looking for him to take the lead on this. There are so many things he'd love to say, promises he'd love to make, but his first priority is Eames and betraying him by saying too much right now isn't even remotely something he wants to do.]