[He lets out a sigh with a soft -] Christ. [- Then adds -] Like your accent.

[- in his own accent, voice low and smooth. There's a decent pause before he breathes in and starts talking.] I'm not going to tell you what a jerk I am. You already know that.

[Damn, is he really going to tell 'Joe Strummer' something he hasn't even told Arthur?]

My dad's not dead. At least, as far as I know. He just... abandoned my mum a little after I was born. And that lady... If I'd lost her...

[A huff to try and hide how his voice has become strained.]

I'm a fucking idiot, okay? I use humor to deflect emotions and it's stupid because I knew I could go too far and I'm sorry-

[Fuck, is he really losing it over this? For once, he's not hiding how his voice is getting tight, because he can't, if he really hurt this guy. He may have no problem stealing all the information about some corporate fat cat's head, but standing on the fucking landmine of a decent guy's dead mom... that's just awful. And Eames isn't awful.]

I'm sorry.