Of course Ellie had no way of piecing together what might be running through O'Brien's mind -- and maybe it was times like these that she was the fortunate one, so removed from these kinds of feelings and thoughts. Maybe she ought to have been jealous, too, or unhappier than she was; everyone seemed to think so. But she just... wasn't. Her reaction to things had been simple, and looking at O'Brien she was grateful for it.
A broken heart didn't look like any fun.
When he took up his backpack, Ellie grinned, leaning over to retrieve the bottle before they forgot. With her other hand she reached for his, in a movement of innocent friendship; she'd always been that type. Maybe it would cheer him up.
Their trip to the stairwell was sped by her tipsy excitement. Throw bad books at dead people. That would have made for an interesting night, but maybe something else would be more fun. Not that she had a very clear idea of what that something might be. Target practise, maybe? Music on the roof.
"Since we... Talked again about... That day... When I found you..." She began, trailing off as her mind raced down different tangents. "I looked a little bit. At the kind of music you like. Said you liked. Even though... We were never able to decide what counts anymore. As classic rock."
The stairs were a rush. Eloise half-giggled again, amused by how dizzy it made her to try and go up them more quickly. An optical illusion. Fun. "Anyway. I have some of it. On my laptop now. You know." It'd been surprisingly easy to find in the media archives here at the library.
"And my music, too. Or what was left on the jump drive I found. A longg... Long time ago. With Brennan." She paused at that, expression faltering. "I miss Brennan. But... Yes. Music. I have music, and we can listen to it. Or!"
"Tag, let's play tag," Ellie whispered excitedly. She wasn't sure why it felt like something to whisper about, but it seemed like the thing to do.