“Not the first time I’ve been told I’m an oddity,” he remarked with a laugh. “If it makes you feel any better, I believe you, even if I don’t need the speech.” Abram really saw no point in spending this time being all morse and basically acting like he was already dead, because he wasn’t dead, not yet anyway.
Abram chuckled, scrubbing his hand over his hair as he answered. “Suppose it’s the southern gentleman in me, see a pretty woman and assume she needs protecting.” This was said with a grin that hinted at the fact he was teasing. He had a feeling that this woman knew how to take care of herself and didn’t need someone stepping in to attempt to protect her. “Darling, hate to break this to you, but the sky is green.” This was said as if he were breaking the worst sort of news to a person. “It would have been, still, if I have to be trapped inside of here, it’s nice that not everyone is doom and gloom.” Although he supposed the fact that the medical staff could leave here probably helped with their dispositions.
“Never found the dark all that comforting myself,” he commented with a shrug. “But like you said, to each their own.” Didn’t mean Abram had to join them in that dark place though. “That’s why I think you and I will get along just fine, nothing should ever stop a person from pointing out the positive.” He offered her a genuine smile when she made mention of her partner’s and his family. “Maybe he’s a long lost cousin or something, shit that like happens in families, right?” This Ross guy probably wasn’t family at all, but it was still an amusing thought and something to keep the conversation going. “It’s simply miserable,” this was said with a barely contained grin. “But I just grit my teeth and bear it.” He finished, the grin not at all hidden anymore. “I’ve heard that a time or two, yes.” Abram was a flirt, always was and probably always would be. He didn’t see much of a point in trying to change who he was. “Depends on what that advice might be.”
“Nah, but the bulls will,” Abram replied with as much cowboy swagger as he possessed. “And I like hitting that eight second mark, so I better meet their quota.” Talent played into it more, but it was more amusing to come at it all from this angle - only because he was hoping to get a laugh out of the kind medic. He found himself chuckling at the way her expression changed and laughing outright at her question. “Can’t be a cowboy without the hat,” he answered. “And now you can say you’ve met one.”