[Arthur looks back at Nancy, and the set of his jaw is still harsh. He's clearly biting back words because of her, but he doesn't look resentful. Just frustrated. He didn't ask to be the safe house for her and for Eames tonight and an hour or two of shooting vampires would put anyone on edge.]
[Taking a deep breath, he looks back at Eames.]
You don't have to leave.
[He elects not to say that if they're both sleeping over, someone's sleeping on the floor and it's not going to be him.]
no subject
[Taking a deep breath, he looks back at Eames.]
You don't have to leave.
[He elects not to say that if they're both sleeping over, someone's sleeping on the floor and it's not going to be him.]
I'm getting a beer.
[And off he goes.]