He pauses quietly when Arthur talks, when he explains-- well. He hadn't had much chance to think about it at the time, and it's really only been the time between waking up here, having a small panic attack in his room about it and the weird shit that was everything about this boat.

But... well, God damn it, he believes Arthur. He wants to believe him, which isn't the same thing but he knows Arthur.

Or, he thought he did. But a guy doesn't just turn around and strangle his partner of five years if there's not something else going on there.

"I told you not to fuckin' touch it," he says wryly, but he moves closer again - and finally puts his hand on Arthur's shoulder. "Aren't I always right, Arthur?"