[Eames stands once Arthur's taken a bite, passing by him to the kitchen. He pauses to put a hand on Arthur's shoulder as he goes and give it a light squeeze, hoping it's at least a little comforting.]
[It's less than a minute before he's back with a bottle of scotch and two glasses.]
no subject
[It's less than a minute before he's back with a bottle of scotch and two glasses.]
In hindsight, maybe I should've lead with this.
[He holds up the bottle for emphasis.]