One of Ollie's favorite things about his sister was her optimistic attitude. She hated seeing this as the end of days, and the fact that she was so willing to look at things like that always renewed Ollie's own positive attitude. He didn't usually like to look at things negatively, anyway, but when Allie was positive, that made it all the easier. People thought that folks who stayed behind weren't important, were expendable, but Ollie would never buy into that. Not only were they motivators, but positive people like his sister kept people like him going. He'd never really lost his positive outlook, and he had his sister to thank for that. He smiled at her when he thought of that, even though she was still irritated with him and he knew it.
Every time someone talked badly about Allie, Ollie let them knew exactly where to go and offered to send them there himself. He obviously had many reasons. Allie was his sister, his best friend, and that was the most important one, but the fact that he'd have given up long ago without her optimism was obviously close behind on the list. He rubbed her arm lightly while he hugged her, and then looked at her with a hopeful expression when she backed up. Hopeful that she'd forgive him and hopeful that they could just move on.
And it seemed to be going that way. Ollie could tell, if only because of the twin link they shared, that Allie wasn't completely happy about the revelation that he'd made a new friend, and Ollie knew that it had more to do with the fact that she was stuck here alone than the fact that she wanted him to be alone. He felt guilty, and wondered if it was time that they actually stayed in a safehouse for a time, so that Allie could actually put down some comfortable roots and make some friends that she could actually get to know. She thrived on people and attention, and Ollie knew that always moving had to be tough on her.
"If she'd been a drag queen, I would have totally taken phone pictures for you," he half-smiled. "But she wasn't. Just a sort of snarky woman with the need for a drink who apparently doesn't stay in a safehouse, really." Either that or she didn't want to tell Ollie where she slept, which was understandable. "My new life's mission is to find you your kickass drag queen though. Even if I have to dress in your clothes and be it myself." The throwback to their childhood would surely make her smile.
Though it was hardly worthy of laughter, the thought of Allie latching onto his legs to prevent him from walking out the door elicited one nonetheless. He smirked, nudging her gently with his shoulder. "That trick doesn't work as well as it used to, Als," he made a playful face at her. "But I don't doubt that you'd try."
Allie's smile had been just what he'd been hoping for when he told her about the present, and he grinned wryly, finally tugging the long, multicolored scarf from his bag and offering it out to his sister with a grin. "I was going to wait until your birthday to give it to you but now seemed like an appropriate time. I snagged this from the Nordstrom on Fifth Avenue. Hope you like it," he smiled.