Nevermind right now, Fisher didn't think Elle had ever really liked him. She had been nice, sure, but it had always seemed like she was being nice for Rez's sake. Not that Fisher blamed her. If she was Rez's friend, no doubt she would hate Fisher for all the crap he put the guy through.
Jumping a little at the ass pat, which he should have expected, Fisher blushed and swatted Rez's arm. "Sounds like a plan," he agreed, hoisting himself up off Rez's lap. "Although... I already have a hotel room, some dive like half an hour from here. I got it on Saturday, after we fought. I kinda... didn't wanna be around in case you wanted space." Holding out a hand, he helped Rez up onto his feet. "And in case Lyle wanted space... and cuz Starbuck's pissed at me... and et cetera."