"These are two guys I've been on the road with for ten years. I'm pretty sure they might go through with it," Connor said dryly, obviously amused. He couldn't help his silly grin at the surge of warmth her words brought him. "You? Totally rock. Totally up there at the top of my favorite person list right now," he declared.
"I had my moments, as did we all," he admitted. "But none of us are actually 'bad,' really. I just looked the part the most, and I still had my impulsive teenaged moments in there." It went to show, though, that out of the four of them, only John had ever really dabbled with drugs, unless you counted the pot that Colby occasionally smoked, and even John hadn't had a serious problem. They all did drink, but they were pretty mellow when drunk--inasmuch that Colby was ever mellow. "It's amazing what putting a label on someone will do, and let the media make up the rest. Be assured if you google us, don't believe at least half or more of the stuff they put up there," he told her, serious about that at least.
He listened and nodded, sipping at his water. "Nothing wrong with being social. I'm good at it, it just leaves me feeling a bit drained sometimes, which is why I've always enjoyed coming home from tours and such, and why we kept pretty private on the bus most of the time. it was our home away from home, unless we were in a hotel or something."
His head tilted slightly as she cut herself off, curious, but he didn't prompt her more than that gesture since she seemed so intent on moving past whatever she'd been about to say. "It's a good thing it comes easy for you. I've always envied that, a little bit. Brett was the same way, really." Made it easier to be with someone who was good at it, making it easier for him to edge into it as well.