Eames swallows, looking down still, and he looks back up at Arthur with a frown.

"I didn't mean to assume--" Eames sighs and shakes his head, "I panicked and I was doing a poor job of handling it."

He looks up at Arthur, thumbing along the rim of his mug in thought and he gives Arthur a bit of a concerned expression, because he doesn't want this to go over the wrong way. "I don't-- I can't know exactly what you feel based on a snapshot, but I just... I don't want to be in the way of something more fulfilling for you further down the line."