“Obviously Eisen,” Rory responded as he reached for one of the plates. “You are the best mind-reader in the world.” Rory looked up from his plate and eyed his friend suspiciously. “You can’t... actually read minds, can you?” Ordinarily Rory would’ve laughed at the very idea of this notion, but now that he knew that Eisen actually could do something amazing and impossible, Rory didn’t want to overlook anything. After all, he could understand any language that was spoken (or texted) to him. Why not throw in the ability to read minds as well?
Rory managed (barely) not to wince at Eisen’s question. Most of the time, being someone’s best friend came in quite handy, but at times like this, when Rory was trying to cover something without much success, Eisen’s in-depth knowledge of Rory’s habits and mannerisms came at very steep disadvantage. It was hard to hide something from someone who could usually tell when you were bullshitting. Rather than launch into the Fiona business, though, Rory decided that it would be easier to start the conversation that they both knew they were going to have anyway. It was bothering him, after all, so it wasn’t like it wasn’t the truth.
“I just want to be sure we’re okay,” Rory told him sincerely, his eyes glinting just a little as he looked up at his friend. “Fiona told me that you took that one Romeo and Juliet rant I posted kind of seriously. I didn’t mean it... like that.” He turned his eyes down. “Although now that I think about it, the parallels are pretty similar.”