Re: O'Brien, Leah
He held up his hands-- well, and the beer in defense, "Now, wait. Hold on a second.I didn't exactly compare you to a fish. That was that fuckface with the Bill Hickock accent," I mean, c'mon-- O'Brien was from Missouri and he didn't sound that bad. Rodeo, though? Sounded like a fucking John Wayne movie. "I was just trying to make it sound more colorful. But you didn't like that, so I compared you to a unicorn." Because that was oh-so-much-better than a damn fish. "I even said you could be a shark." He eyed her, motioning to her with the bottle of beer, "I'm beginning to think that you just don't like water. So you're definitely more like a big feline. Like a Lioness," Like he'd said. "Unfortunately they eat fish." Like him.
He rolled his eyes, "Yeah. I was an asshole. But I didn't have a brain the size of a pea." Ha. His 'little puppy-dog crush' on her.. okay. He glanced down at that, focusing on the bottle of beer, continuing to hear her out. So all she saw this as was a 'puppy-dog crush'. Could people even have puppy-dog crushes during an apocalypse? He liked her. And okay, if that was a 'puppy-dog crush', then so be it. But he still wanted to take care of her and be there for her, if she needed him to be. Not that she would ever want him to be, though. For some reason, he liked her. And he definitely didn't want anything to happen to her. What was that, if not a fucking 'puppy-dog crush'. Damnit. "Sorry if I insulted you, or made you feel as though I was being sexist toward you.
O'Brien glanced back up toward her, "well, you already know that cats aren't my favorite animal in the world. I'm allergic-- but I don't want to be the cause of their deaths. I've saved several cats from trees in my lifetime, okay? And balconies, and stupid ones that wander out into the streets and get trapped on medians and whatnot." He smiled, shrugging, "doesn't matter to me. I just thought I'd try it." He didn't care one way or another if she tried it.
"Well, I wanted kids. She didn't." It wasn't his choice to not have a family to miss. He smiled softly, "I hope they're still out there. Who knows where, at this point... But I'd like to think that they miss me too, yeah," he shrugged. What could you do?
He chuckled a bit, "well, yeah. I mean, I didn't initially buy them their Nerf guns... but it was always fun to play with them. I had a nephew that liked taking them apart and reconfiguring them to shoot things with more power. Have no fucking idea how he did it, but I can tell you those guns aren't supposed to be able to hurt, and they did," he grinned, "it was kind of fun." When she arched that eyebrow at him, he shrugged gently, "I just miss them is all. I just realized that they'd be a lot older now-- probably wouldn't even want to play with Nerf guns anymore." Which was kind of sad. He glanced down, thinking quietly a moment, before moving to reach for some potato chips, "I don't know. We can talk about something else," before he got all sad, like he did sometimes-- when he was by himself and all. He didn't like to get all sad around others.