Somewhere, and Nancy wanted to know where, the two of them had become friends. From Cooper nearly running her over with his motorcycle, to dancing and dining, and now... Whatever this was. It was strange, sure, but... Comforting. It was nice to have someone out of her immediate circle to speak with. Someone who got it (read: Wasn't Stiles).

"Well, whatever you do, tangled up or no, I'm always happy to listen." Unless the info would get her killed. Then, she mused with a sip of her whiskey, she'd rather he find someone else to confess to. "Anything you want to talk about now?" She wouldn't push. Men hated that. When they got emotional, it was important. A big deal.

But that didn't mean she didn't care, and wasn't going to show it.