Sure. [ There's a nod, again that upward quirk of the mouth and then Arthur is laughing - a more common occurrence than most would expect though it's never lasting, this time included as it's a brief show of mirth before he settles back into his usual demeanor. Though no mind reader, if their thoughts ran along the same track it would be fair to say Arthur has less of an awareness of White and Orange's relationship by comparison - having been out of commission for their near-thing on the couch at the now-crispy-fried-apartment and unwilling to make that kind of guess without the proof. That Orange came to White's defense doesn't surprise him. They are on the same side, whatever side that is, and Arthur often feels that's enough for certain scenarios. If it's more than that, it's none of his business.

As to his own willingness to let go the alleyway debacle, it's simply reasoned enough - that a 'curse' is some kind of compulsion outside of one's volition. He's not going to hold White responsible for it, scar or not. He wasn't really White, the same way Eames wasn't really Eames and Arthur has no outside or additional reason to hold issues about it. So the laugh though quickly over is honest, and he shakes his head once, snorting slightly. ] No, god know. He started talking to me before I could.

[ Under his breath, he adds, ] This place does a good job of making you feel crazy though.

[ Crazy enough to shoot yourself, in Arthur's case but at the time it'd seemed the sane thing to do. ]