Rory shuddered and waggled a finger at Eisen. "Murphy's Law, man! Don't say things like that or you'll doom it one one of us. And then what?"
Rory was relatively unfazed by Eisen's shock; he'd expected it. Hopefully it was a satisfactory enough olive branch - after all the drama, he was ready to move on. "I did say sometime," Rory pointed out. "I trust that you'll use your good judgment." Word choice was important, and it, too, offered forgiveness.
The conciliatory tone ended with Eisen's pressing, though. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his eyes darting away from his friend. "There's... some drama," he admitted carefully. "With a... girl. It's been kept under wraps, thank God. I didn't want to... bother anyone with it." Rory's eyes met his friend's and he tried to will him not to be hurt. "Least of all you. You have your own problems to deal with. Or... should I say 'had.'" Rory managed a smile, though there was a certain amount of ruefulness in his eyes. Yes, it would be difficult to watch his best friend in seventh heaven with the love of his life, especially given everything that had just happened with Fiona. But Rory would do it. It was his job, after all.