[Usually, Eames made it a point not to get wrapped up in people's drama. Watch it from the sidelines, throw in a witty retort or two, but he'd learned his lesson about being sucked into situations where there was no winning. And yet here he was, being buffeted by a storm of it, just taking it. He could get up and walk away at any time, and yet he was rooted to the spot, eyes narrowing.

He could be more delicate, sure, but if Heine wanted him to say his piece, he would.]

You're an a fucking idiot and a poor liar. If you don't want whatever we had, fine. But you could at least talk to Nill more. She's worried about you.

[He drained the last of his drink, getting up, disgusted. He felt his hands shaking with anger, and slowly, he exhaled, forcing himself to unclench them.]

It was nice seeing the two of you again. Hope you have a wonderfully fantastic life together.