"Horrid." Paddy said finally letting a small chuckle into his voice. Instead of making a "so special you use the short broom" joke, Padraig decided to pass on it. He wasn't sure why, maybe because it was too easy to make. Plus, he was pretty sure he had reached his short broom quota for the month anyhow. He'd gotten on a roll last week, and even though he had a few people laughing (which was saying something since Padraig's normally dry sense of humor normally left people wondering if he was being serious or not), he was sure that it was time to lay off of them for the time being. "You know I think we had an entire meeting about you being the special case and how we all had to be 'sensitive' to your 'condition' last week." he replied smirking. Okay, it was only a joke. But truth be told, he hated that sort of crap. When he had come back to finish training after the War was over, the worst part was the looks that he got when people realized that his left hand didn't work the way it was supposed to. Sure, he could still use it properly, but the fact that he basically had no feeling in it, and a long thin scar showing what a jackass of a brother he had. Every time he thought about giving into his mother's please, one good look at his hand just sent Paddy right back to thinking that Liam could rot there for the rest of his life.
Padraig finally let out the smile he'd been holding back when Harold called him a oaf-ish git. He rolled back his shoulders feeling more relaxed already. Something about being friends with Harold, the other man was always able to make him feel relaxed, like he didn't need to be perfect and he could just be himself. Something he found very rare in his life, and he was very thankful for it. "And if our employers complain about a measly ten minutes, I'll give them the usual bit that you were helping me because I'm feeling rather oaf-ish today."
Padraig crossed his arms over his chest at Harold's words and started to move away from the mans desk and over the lifts. "Well, if it's better than the Queen's than who are we to deny such a tasty pizza to go uneaten?" when the lift arrived he pushed the correct button and they were on their way to freedom, beer, and pizza. "I'm feckin' starvin'. How about we go back to the place just around the corner, yeah? Last I check they had some pretty decent pricing on decently sized pints." he scrunched up his face a bit trying to remember the name, but it just wasn't coming to him right now. A clear sign that it was time to relax.