It's testament to how drunk and fucked up he is right now that he lets Arthur get the drop of him, lets himself be pushed back with a slight grunt of noise and a look of actual concern. He pushes, slams his palms into Arthur's shoulder and away from the wall, narrowing his eyes.

"What do you want me to do, Arthur? Do you want me to fucking stick around and deal with the fact that I am breaking everything I touch?"

Fists balled, Eames lets out a growl, angry, impossibly so and he just wants to get out, to go because if he stays it'll shatter open in front of all of them and he can't do that.

"I will lay down my life for you and Ariadne, you have to know that. You're the only two people on this whole bloody planet that I give a shit about. But I cannot stay here and infect you, you can't ask me to."