O'Brien smiled, nodding, "yeah. A Robo-jet Pony," he looked over at her when she giggled. Well, yeah. It was obvious she was chilling. Just being her slightly drunken self. "I think you might be just about done for the night, huh?" He nodded toward the bottle of wine. "drink any more, and you might hurt yourself."
Turning his attention to the coloring book again, his smile softened, "I'm glad you liked them." O'Brien's brows furrowed at her confusing question as he listened to her words. "Because they can?" He shrugged, "because it's awesome?" And it was a movie. Silly Eloise.
Blue was his favorite color. Good choice. He chuckled, "if you want. Or I could just give it to you?" He quietly watched her attempt her initials, and then the giant block letter E. The scribbles too. He nodded, "Greg seems nice." He did. A little awkward perhaps, but nice nonetheless. And O'Brien knew what it was like to be thinking of things. All night. All throughout the day. Sometimes he wished his brain would give him a rest.
Brows pushed together with confusion when Eloise mentioned that Evan had left her life, and he looked back up and over at her, "what do you mean..? Like.. He broke up with you? The two of you were sort of seeing one another, right?