Rory shrugged. "I guess. If you're into that kind of thing." Personally, Rory wasn't. Chicks that were obsessed with death and dying... that wasn't really his thing. Rory had enough problems to deal with in his own life, so he didn't even want to think about dealing with what was going to go on after he died. Besides, his condition made it likely that he would have a much shorter lifespan than most normal people, so thinking about death this early was just too damn depressing.
"You can lead a bitch to the path of righteousness but you can't make her take it," Rory said sagely, not really sure if the expression he'd adapted worked, but pretty sure that Eisen would understand nevertheless. Still, he couldn't help but chew on his lower lip a little. Lexie didn't exactly have the thickest of skins, and if Cait was in a bitchy mood she'd probably gotten a few odd jabs thrown at her. "Lexie can handle herself," Rory told him, putting a hand on Eisen's shoulder reassuringly. "She might've been in the hospital, but I bet she was still smiling, right? She'll be fine, in spite of Cait."