O'Brien looked the other man over, up and down, side to side, just studying. Judging, maybe. Thinking and considering. And listening, of course. "I know your kind, Rodeo. I arrested them every day. Growing up with a rough childhood, going down the wrong path, all of that. Not saying I understand it. I don't. But I know you've got all these rules and expectations in your little gang's world, but there there's the real world. Even if it's not the real world to you. It's the real world with laws and even higher expectations that could tear your fucking world apart. And guys like you never understood that."
Also. Rodeo talked like this was a fucking western. Why did he make O'Brien feel like he needed to be wearing a cowboy hat and spurs? Wait. Did that make him Sheriff? Badass.
"It wouldn't've mattered if the guy was a cop or a ballerina. You shouldn't've done what you did." He nodded, pointing to Rodeo, "And that's what fucking worries me. You knew it was wrong, and you did it anyway. Because you had to. What if you decide you have to shoot Charlie, huh? Or what if you have to shoot Brandon? Or me. You're not making a very good case, Pardner."
"And you're damn right it's the lowest you've ever stooped. Don't fucking do it again. And I don't know if she'll have you back, at this point, but you made West smile. I liked that. Pretty sure everyone else around her did too. You made her happier, even if you were looking her right in the eye and lying through your fucking teeth to her. Doesn't show me you care. Doesn't show her you care. You do realize you crushed her, right? I shouldn't even let you try and make ammends with her, Jackass. And if I know her well enough, I know Charlie's not the forgiving kind. But you're a likable guy, Baby thor. You've got nice hair, a face that --" he shrugged, "I don't know. The ladies might like it. But you're a fucking ass. But a hell of a sweet-talker, when you want to be. So you need to go apologize like you've never apologized before, and beg her and the Good Lord, above, for forgiveness, and maybe, just maybe she'll hear you out."
He motioned to Rodeo, "and stop fucking saying it's too late, and that you hate yourself. You sound like a whiny little girl. It's the fucking apocalypse, man. If there ever truly was a chance to start over, where no one knows you're a fucking murderer, this is it. Clean up your act. Don't do anything stupid, and don't make me regret letting you off this easy." He pointed to Rodeo again, "and you should probably stick around and say something to Charlie. She's watching you, right now. Make it count. --And I still don't like you."
He gestured over his shoulder, "I'm gonna go now. I think our conversation, here, is done."