He looked like he was going into a room full of tigers and ninjas because that's how you were supposed to go into rooms. With caution. But yeah, okay. There weren't ninjas. Or tigers. or zombies.
Just Luke.
and stuff. Tinsel. That's what it was called, right? Tinsel? Stuff.
o'Brien blinked, staring at Luke for a brief moment, brows furrowing as he dragged his eyes away from his nephew to the banner. Then the cookie-- and pie.
Surprise. Yeah. it was a surprise. He probably looked completely dumbfounded and like a deer caught in the headlights. This was the last thing he had expected.
That was why Taisce had 'distracted' him, wasn't it?
His eyes moved back to Luke, and the smile that he couldn't help was already beginning to creep across his face. Even if he might not have wanted it to-- yet.
He suddenly felt kind of bad that he had given Taisce the silent treatment. That, and had Marty actually abandoned his post? Or was he in on this too? Brows still furrowed while he tried to piece everything together in his head, O'Brien glanced back toward Taisce.
He pointed to her, like he was going to say something about her tricking him-- but she knew. She could see it on his face, even if she did'nt. But she knew. He wasn't mad. All of that had flown out the window. He would say that it probably wasn't the best idea to distract him, getting Higgins involved; it left him with a headache. But he was too busy being, yes, surprised that Luke and Taisce had just surprised him for his Birthday.
He'd expected something little from Luke, maybe, because it was Luke. But he didn't even know that Taisce knew. So He was going to blame all of this on his nephew. Whom he loved very much.
He might have been ready to murder someone less than a minute ago, but since opening the door to his and Luke's room, this was already one of the best birthdays he'd ever had. No one had ever cared to surprise him before.
He reached up to rub at his brow, his attention moving back to Luke. He didn't even know what to say. He wasn't all that fond of the tinsel everywhere, but Luke made him smile. Crossing to his nephew, he threw his arms around him, guitar and all, and tugged him into a big hug.
He chuckled, mostly at himself, "Fucking Skywalker."