They both kept the same laser focus. Not on the skin, the pain, the blood. Just on each in and out stroke of the needle as it pierced skin. Just focusing on the way the thread closed the skin, saving Arthur's life and maybe, just maybe, leaving the tiniest of scars. No, likely a decent one, but Eames was trying.

"I promise I won't mock you if you pass out," he murmured in a low voice, trying to distract Arthur as best he could.