[The fact he doesn't have a quick reply to that says a lot about how shit he's doing right now, but honestly he's tired and bleeding and sore. It takes him a moment to realise Nancy has no idea where the bathroom even is and then he calls out the directions, luckily they're fairly simple. It's a spacious house, but there aren't many rooms.]
[Back in the living room, Eames takes a sip of his tea and then sets it down on the coffee table where it's followed shortly by his shirt. By the time Nancy's back, he'll be murmuring softly to and petting the dog who's got his chin propped up on Eames' thigh to give him the Sad Eyes at all that blood and all those noises he's making.]
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[Back in the living room, Eames takes a sip of his tea and then sets it down on the coffee table where it's followed shortly by his shirt. By the time Nancy's back, he'll be murmuring softly to and petting the dog who's got his chin propped up on Eames' thigh to give him the Sad Eyes at all that blood and all those noises he's making.]