“Hey, I can be subtle!” Eisen scoffed. Really, he knew the truth. Unless he was acting, subtlety was barely even in his dictionary. “Well, I could,” he insisted, “if I saw any benefit in it! Why be subtle when being obvious gets you what you want in life, and faster?” He wasn’t going to back down this time, although the more time went on, the more he realized that Rory knew exactly how subtle he couldn’t be. “And hey, if the price is seeing you have as much fun as you had today, I’ll pay it.” Rory would never admit it, but Eisen knew how depressed he was a lot of the time. For a few days of Rory having fun like he had today; being in his element and talking about Shakespeare, he was pretty sure Eisen would blackmail him and deal with the ‘consequences’ for as long as was necessary. Rory would do the same, were roles reversed.
He watched Rory’s dramatic three-second show and quirked a smirk, reaching his hand down to give hand over the drink. Eisen chuckled, a sound that quickly died on his lips as he watched the effort with which Rory had to use to get onto the couch. Eisen knew, of course, what that meant. He was having a ‘bad day.’ It was hard for Eisen not to offer up some kind of assistance, but he knew that Rory hated it when he did, so he was just quiet. He tried not to show his concern as he moved toward the couch and took a seat on the other end. Flipping down the middle back cushion which had a makeshift table, he used the cup-holder for his soda can and made himself comfortable.
“Yep, that’s me. Eisen Bradbury: Master Hijacker,” he nodded sagely, his face falsely serious, going for a joke instead of defending his intentions. He only did this because he knew how sensitive his best friend could be about accepting help sometimes, and the last thing he wanted to do was put their friendship to the test. After all, it had only been a few days since they’d (or, Rory had) decided that their ‘not talking to you’ period was over. “I’d like to point out, however, that for a hijacking victim, you put up a very limited amount of fight. Read: none. You could have gotten away if you wanted to,” he insisted.