Re: O'Brien, Leah
What was so special about his defensive side? That's what he'd ask her anyway. If he knew that she enjoyed bringing it out.
O'Brien smiled, studying her a moment, "So that's why you don't like going to Liberty," he nodded. He understood now. "Fair enough," he wasn't going to tease her about it. At least not yet. He motioned to her, "now's not a good time to learn to swim either." He started to tell her that he was afraid snakes, but opted not to. Not yet. She would have made fun of him for that.
He did, however, frown at her sudden explanation of him being uptight. And so what? Maybe he did want people to think he was calm and in control of thing. He was. Usually. Not always. But usually. He didn't know how to respond to that. Mainly because it was truthful and he knew it. How the hell had she figured him out so well? All he did was give a bit of a-- well, it couldn't be described as anything but an annoyed growl as he looked back out toward the other people. Maybe it was a good thing. Maybe anger was what had kept him alive. And since being shot, he harbored plenty of anger for the Rookie, but he was extremely grateful and happy to be alive. Maybe that outweighed the anger and urge for revenge that he had. He still wanted his gun back.
"Probably," he agreed with her about the secondhand smoke, moving to turn his attention back to her. Because how could it be anything else? "I hadn't noticed you smoking," he shrugged some and reached for another piece of the freeze-fried ice cream. THe vanilla. Not the others. "That's fine," he began, tossing the piece of ice cream into his mouth. "say away." He nodded, listening to her, "it's already forgotten." Because he didn't like talking about his ex-wife and the way she'd ruined his life as much as she didn't.
O'Brien grinned and pulled the camera out of her reach-- he was taller, after all. "Why not? You're very photogenic." He rolled his eyes, "fine. Stick around and I'll try not to take anymore in your direction. "I'm just saying. I imagine that it would be warmer if you were with someone else on your roof." He shrugged, "That's all." Ulterior motives? Maybe. But that wasn't exactly the only thing he had been considering. Hugs were good too.
He sighed, "I didn't hide them! I fell asleep, while I was drawing. It helped. But I hadn't had much sleep because of the-- you know. Nightmares. And I fell asleep. The next thing I know, I'm waking up, and a lot of my things are gone. That's why I sleep in a janitor's closet at the library, now. I lock the fucking door."
He followed Leah's gaze, when everyone started gathering toward the 'stage' area, and then he looked back to Leah as he started closer toward her. "I think these pictures are going to be the most awful photos ever." He glanced down toward the screen as he busied himself with snapping a few photos of the person onstage.
"They probably don't know how stupid they look because their own mothers never told them otherwise. Like those American Idol people. THe ones during the auditions?" He shrugged, "but I don't blame them for wanting to have fun when there are walking corpses all over the city. They have to make light of the situation. If they want to sing, why not? At least I don't have to do it." Because he was awful.