He supposed he was being a little silly. No one gave a damn here. It was that simple. They were fighting a war, and now they were apparently fighting the war between themselves. Who cared if he traveled in time once in a while? Who cared if he created a machine that could tell when a hole in time opened? It wasn't here and it didn't matter and chances were, people could read about it in a book.
His eyebrows lifted a bit when she mentioned her diet of choice while getting high. Not that he had an issue with it, not really. It was university, people experimented. He just never did. He'd been too focused on his marks and learning and he didn't think he'd be able to do well if he was going around all fuzzy. Drinking from time to time was pushing it as far as he was concerned. But he wasn't there to judge. Hell, it was her life and she was lucky to just be living it.
"I don't think my dad knew we had a kitchen," Connor added, trying to lighten the mood a little. Which was tough when talking about his family. Nope. Better stick to movies. "Whichever you want. Comedy while eating might be the better option. No one likes to get all intense and suspenseful with noodles dribbling down their chin." Oh, sure, he laughed about it. But sadly, he meant it. How sexy would that be? It wouldn't.
The thought of her falling asleep there with him wouldn't even occur to him. And, if she did, he'd think nothing of it. Abby did it all the time. It meant nothing, it never had, why would it with her?