He listens, looking a bit nervous. Sharing is difficult for Eames, with anyone, really. He sighs, still holding on to the bag.

"I'm not-... I don't like it when we're truly at odds. That wasn't just us teasing each other; we got personal and unnecessarily mean."

He doesn't know what that means, why this is really bothering him so much. As good as he is with other people's emotions, he's sometimes kind of awful in interpreting his own.