[Arthur considers pushing the issue but instead he clenches his jaw and nods.]
Yeah, no rush.
[And he turns away from the door, presumably back to Eames' room so he can lay back down, but he's probably not going to sleep again. In fact, instead of sleeping he goes to his own room, looking down at his sheets. They've been washed, obviously, but they don't feel clean. So obviously they have to go in the basket. And everything else in this room seems tainted so he probably needs to do a few loads of laundry.]
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Yeah, no rush.
[And he turns away from the door, presumably back to Eames' room so he can lay back down, but he's probably not going to sleep again. In fact, instead of sleeping he goes to his own room, looking down at his sheets. They've been washed, obviously, but they don't feel clean. So obviously they have to go in the basket. And everything else in this room seems tainted so he probably needs to do a few loads of laundry.]