"I'm sorry, I can't. I can't do this." Eames stands, unsure of where he wants to go, but he can't be around this. He's exhausted and stressed way the fuck out and upset and he doesn't know how to be calm about.

"I'm not going to sit here and pretend it's not fucking delusional of you to believe that." Eames shakes his head, jaw tight in anger, "I've seen the two of you-- I know he loves you, but love isn't enough on its own."