Eisen was still smirking and flapped his hand in a ‘pshaw’ gesture at Rory. “I guess that’s true. It benefits you for that reason and it benefits me because if not for you, there would be a severe lack of English nerd imagery in my life…though I’m not entirely convinced that’s a bad thing…” he shrugged. “That’s true. And horribly disappointing. Though I’m sure we can find uses for just ‘laden’ in everyday conversation. Like… ‘bro, that rock is totally dust laden.’ Or ‘look at that bird. It’s really feather laden.’” He was wearing a devilish grin now. “People won’t see it coming and then WHOOSH, they’ve just been English lessoned.”
When Rory started wagging his finger at Eisen, an eyebrow arched upward and he just laughed softly. What was he, Eisen’s dad now? “Okay, dad, it’s not for lack of cleverness,” he swatted at the wagging finger. Truthfully, there wasn’t much Eisen wouldn’t give for Rory to have the chance to walk again. The man was like a brother to him. They’d grown up together, just clicked from the very beginning and Rory had been one of the few constants in his life. There wasn’t much that Eisen wouldn’t do for the guy, and it hurt him to know that there was so much he wanted to do that he couldn’t. But Rory, for the most part, was pragmatic about it. That helped Eisen keep his ‘best friend instinct’ in check. “We’ll definitely need you as a psychologist. What was it that Mal said? Keeping brains in jars? Just as long as you keep your brain harvesting tools away from me, I’ll totally be right behind you on that, bro.”
Eisen chuckled again. “Being cleverly passionate. That’s what it takes,” he nodded sagely, knowing that about a billion questions were bubbling under the surface of Rory’s brain. His passion for music was so easily forgotten because he was so good with languages and because it was his major, but that was good. He didn’t want to draw attention to it because he didn’t want the inevitable ‘do what you want, not what’s easy!’ comments. “We’re clearly just two peas from the same insane pod, my friend. But part that’s why our broship is mutually beneficial…damn, I just admitted that you were right, didn’t I?”
“Oh, of course! How could I ever forget about bad play night?” Eisen chuckled softly. Rory went off on a descriptive tangent about how their life in the eighteenth century would be and Eisen was about to comment on how he was losing his mind when he went and spoke of eighteenth century babes. The horrid British accent and mention of Lexie had him smirking, and that trend continued until Rory spoke of Blankshire and Madeupshire, and he just started laughing. “You know, the more you talk about it, the more this eighteenth century life sounds like a pretty sweet setup,” he pondered.