It's pretty much exactly what Eames said it would be going forward, silent drinking with the odd bit of idle chatter to break things up. He's not feeling especially conversational tonight.

At some point Eames switches to the fae wine, though for the sake of his health Arthur's only allowed the human booze, which eases him up a bit when the sobriety finally starts to slip away. Talking more about nothing important until eventually falling asleep, ending up awkwardly positioned on the couch with his head on Arthur's chest, one foot up on the coffee table, and an empty glass cradled next to him.

It's not comfortable in the least but Eames is too asleep to care.