His breath comes out in a relieved rush, and he smiles.

"You're right, completely right. I'm just- I'm sorry. I'm just such a sap about him. I'd hate to hurt him even in the smallest way."

He plays with a curl of hers. "Are you still favorable toward my proposal? I, ah... I'd still like to. If you do, too."

Eames feeling shy is so rare, it's like seeing a zebra at the North Pole. Still, he fidgets a little, still playing with her hair that he loves.