Nancy swallows.

"He- he never said anything," she says slowly, blinking across the table. "Not even earlier, nothing." Eames had been better at keeping in contact, always inviting himself over- he'd even interrupted a fight one night. She always tried to keep the conversations away from her, but...

She reaches for Arthur's coffee, hoping to steal a sip. "What's he told you?" Nothing good, she can hazard a guess.