Looking round at her as she spoke, Eames frowned slightly at Ariadne's reaction and body language. If she didn't want to listen, why had she even bothered to ask...
He ignored her question about work as he got back to his feet. "I never said I didn't want to talk about it. I just... Like I said, I'm being stupid and I don't much enjoy feeling like that, so I'm not exactly falling over myself to discuss it. But I never said I wasn't going to."
Grabbing the box for art supplies with his free hand, he set off for the dumping ground where he kept all the supplies. "Sorry for interrupting. I'll go sort this stuff out and let you get on with packing," he said over his shoulder.