O'Brien hadn't meant to fall for anyone... Back before the apocalypse, he didn't have time to fall for anyone, after he was divorced. He practically drowned himself in his work. Then the zombie thing hit, and he was stuck with the fucking rookie for God knows how long, and there weren't exactly a whole lot of women in the picture that weren't decaying, drooling, and trying to eat him.
And no, no one could use the excuse that Leah just happened to be one of the first women that he saw either. He'd seen plenty since arriving back in New York. There was just something special about her and she made his stupid heart do weird things. He hadn't meant to fall for her. It had just happened.
And sex... sex was a whole different story. Sure, he'd had meaningless sex in his lifetime, but he really did prefer to 'do it' with women he cared about. That left him with a lot of lonely nights, and yet, another excuse to get lost in his work.
He still had plenty of lonely nights-- in fact, all of them had been pretty uneventful as far as sex went since the apocalypse hit. What made it worse? He didn't have his work anymore either.
He shook his head at her reply; he didn't know what to say, though. Yeah, okay, he'd made a mistake. But didn't everyone? He knew he had to keep going. He knew that. It was just hard. It was hard when something as important as Leah had been to him was taken away. He hadn't tried to do anything she didn't want. He didn't think he'd moved too fast. There were moments when he wanted to tell her how he felt about her, but he was thankful, now, that he hadn't. She probably would have laughed in his face. Or punched him. Maybe both. And then dumped him. Could she actually dump him? Were they ever really a thing?
Fuck. Now he was thinking too much again.
Straightening up, he reached up to rub at his brow, and nodded with a sigh, "yeahp." She'd be back. Got it.