Eames has a dog in his arms so he can't readily hug Arthur, and a drink in his hand, attempting to somehow get these things back into the living room. He gestures for Arthur to back up as he walks through and looks between the both of them with a frown.

"This is for you," he says, wiggling the mug a little in Nancy's direction, voice level and matter-of-fact despite the absurdity of him right now, "should heal up the worst of it. Do something for the pain."