All sorts of ridiculousness was going through his head. Stuff that he probably never wanted to admit to thinking and/or worrying about. It would make him look and seem even more pathetic.
So what if he cared about Leah a lot? So what if it had only been a short period of time that they had even known each other? Didn't mean he couldn't like her enough to be sad about the situation. But. He wasn't going to be. Not entirely. He didn't want to be anymore. And how come other people had the right to be sad about things, but he couldn't be? And yes, there were people out there with bigger problems than his... but wasn't he allowed to have teh same feelings? They couldn't be helped just like other peoples' feelings couldn't be helped. Damnit.
He glanced down when Ellie took hold of his hand and started to pull him off toward the main stairwell. "Here," he reached across to take the bottle of wine back from Eloise, "you're going to spill that."
He focus on her when she began to talk about the music he liked, and the day that Eloise had found him; brows pushed together again with a small hint of confusion, "we talked about that?" He managed a small smile that didn't stick around for too long, and he nodded, looking ahead again. Alright. Music. "Oh yeah..." Classic rock. "70s? ish? Three Dog Night. Creedence Clearwater Revival." He bit at his lip, thinking, while he listened to Eloise.
Occasionally he felt like he had to spot her, when she'd start to sway backwards or too far to one side or the other when she was giggling and climbing the stairs all drunken-like. That was the last thing that he needed. If she fell, that wouldn't be good.
"You have some of it? Have you been listening to it..?" he looked back over toward her, nodding gently when she mentioned that she missed Brennan.
He blinked, momentarily staring at her when she suggested they play tag. "I don't know..." Brows pushed together, and he reached up to rub at his brow as he gave a look around. Eloise wasn't exactly in any condition to be running. "It's... it's kind of late. And you probably shouldn't be running." He had a headache, "and.. Tag's not... I don't..." He glanced down, "I'm sorry. I'm not really in the mood for tag." he dropped his arm back down at his side. Where was someone to smack him upside the head, when he needed them to?? "And we don't need you to fall." That, too.