Well there's something Eames has no idea how to process. An apology-- a real one, for everything, it isn't something he ever expected to hear from her. He wants to tell her she can come here whenever she needs, but he doesn't want to be back here a month from now, Nancy beaten and bloody and sobbing, knowing she's just going to go right back to him the next day.

He's quiet for a long few moments, trying to decide what best to say or do, and eventually extracts himself from Arthur to get up without a word. Surely nobody could fault him if he left the room, but he doesn't, goes to a cupboard instead.

"Here," he says softly, handing her some kitchen paper. It's not as good as tissues, but he's not feeling quite that generous either.