John is telling him, sure. But it's still being gentle, trying to be kind when his own anger and frustration was still chewing him up on the inside.

Arthur gives his forehead a soft, warm kiss. "I know you are."

And then there's a soft huff, as he rests his head on John's again, and his voice turns more conversational, light and dry. "You know, I'm still annoyed about the fact Edwin killed me when he first arrived," he comments simply. "Out of all the ways he could have done it, he just- shoved me down the fucking stairs. Feels a bit anticlimactic, after everything else."