Arthur sleeps, but it's restless, and if Eames is awake through the night he will see that Arthur has an uncomfortable frown on his face. It wasn't going to be great just by virtue of being woken up at such an ungodly hour but when he finally wakes up again in the proper morning he feels just as unhappy and useless as he did at 3am. Taking pity on Eames, he offers to get up to make the coffee, wordlessly taking on the responsibility of checking whether Nancy's decided to leave or not, and to at least do the preliminaries of 'dealing with it' if she hasn't. So he throws on a shirt and some sweatpants and heads downstairs, frowning at the headache he can feel settling into his skull.
When he sees Nancy on the couch, he pauses, knowing he has to figure out the right way to approach this. He could tell her to leave before Eames gets out of bed to spare him whatever pain he has coming to him, but he thinks he should check on whether Eames would want that first. He seemed pretty angry about the idea of her leaving before they woke up, but part of Arthur thinks it would just be better to kick her out and pretend none of this ever happened. That would be pretty heartless, though, and he's not that much of an ass, so he just sighs and shakes his head. He tells Boxer to get down from the couch softly, in a chastising tone because Boxer knows he's not supposed to be up there, and then heads through to the kitchen with the rottweiler in tow.
He's a good dog who listens to his second dad well, even if it's mostly motivated by the idea that he'll probably get food if he does. And indeed after the coffee is set to brew Arthur goes about getting Boxer breakfast just to keep himself busy.
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When he sees Nancy on the couch, he pauses, knowing he has to figure out the right way to approach this. He could tell her to leave before Eames gets out of bed to spare him whatever pain he has coming to him, but he thinks he should check on whether Eames would want that first. He seemed pretty angry about the idea of her leaving before they woke up, but part of Arthur thinks it would just be better to kick her out and pretend none of this ever happened. That would be pretty heartless, though, and he's not that much of an ass, so he just sighs and shakes his head. He tells Boxer to get down from the couch softly, in a chastising tone because Boxer knows he's not supposed to be up there, and then heads through to the kitchen with the rottweiler in tow.
He's a good dog who listens to his second dad well, even if it's mostly motivated by the idea that he'll probably get food if he does. And indeed after the coffee is set to brew Arthur goes about getting Boxer breakfast just to keep himself busy.