O'Brien didn't even know what to think or do or say...As soon as he'd run across Luke's journal entry, and realized that it was, in fact, his nephew, O'Brien had absolutely no idea how to handle it. He was completely thrown off gaurd. Normally, he had his head completely in the game. But discovering that his nephew and one of his sisters were alive, and so close, it made his thoughts run rampant.
He was nervous, excited, worried, and everything all at once. His nephew had barely even remembered him. Had it really been that long? Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
Leah had offered to go with him, and he was very grateful for her company; But she'd have to forgive him for not saying much the entire way there, aside from the occasional swearing, thanks to his knee. His mind was swimming in throughts and worries, and questions that he wanted to ask. But he also didn't want to bombard them with all of that. He just wanted to hug them. And hold them. And never fucking let them go again. Was that cheesy?
He still didn't understand why they were in Quarantine. He didn't like it. He didn't like that one bit. Fortunately, they didn't give him too much trouble when he wanted to see them. Most likely because they weren't at risk of becoming infected-- considering they hadn't been bitten. At least he hoped Lucas was telling the truth. No one seemed to know.
"Don't touch me," he yanked his arm away from one of the gaurds, and moved to take a look through the window, into the room they were keeping Alana and Luke in, while the other gaurd unlocked the door. His eyes spotted his nephew, over in the corner and he couldn't help but smile. Fuck... He had gotten big. He was practically all grown up. Jesus.
And then there was Alana. He moved his focus to his little sister, and felt the lump in his throat, and the fucking sudden wrench in his heart. His brows pushed together, and he could feel the fucking tears trying to form in his eyes. Damnit. He never thought he'd see any of his family ever again, and there was his baby sister. And their nephew.
Fuck. He reached up to wipe at his eyes, turning to limp over to the doorway, once the gaurds had the door opened. He wasn't going to cry, he wasn't going to cry, he wasn't going to cry. Leah was going to hold back a bit and watch the gaurds-- or something. To be honest, he really hadn't heard much of what she said-- once again, he wasn't listening to her. Not on purpose. He just had his mind elsewhere.
He didn't know what to say. Letting go of the doorframe, he hobbled a bit further into the room, his eyes moving from his nephew to his sister again, "..Alana." Damnit, his breath was hitching in his throat again; he wasn't going to cry, damnit!!