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Life, it seems, had taken on some sort of routine, whether or not that routine was actually preferable. Stay at the... place they were staying at (certainly not home), go out for a few things but mostly patrol, go back. The bar had stopped inserting itself, and while he was grateful to not have to discuss things, he wasn't grateful for the absence.

But his routine had changed in the last few days, mostly because his father had decided he deserved some sort of break. He'd protested, and tried his best not to, but in the end got ushured off because his father was even more stubborn than he was. So it's been a lot less stressful, and now it seems that the bar is inserting itself once more.

Because instead of ending up where he wants to go, he ends up there instead.

He really has no idea if he's grateful or reluctant about it. He supposes he'll just have to decide after sitting here for awhile in a booth, and seeing who comes around.

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"Much better. The Guardians are recruiting, and I'm supposed to teach some of the rookies," Kyle said with a grin. He was never the teacher type, but hey, being able to contribute like this felt good. Not to mention that he felt like he had a purpose.

"And does decidedly better mean not really that great?" Kyle may be dense at times, but not when it came to things like this.

Recruiting? Well, this was a good thing, wasn't it? Connor could see the difference in Kyle already. "And you're enjoying that?" He's... not too surprised, really.

"I haven't seen the bar in awhile," Connor says, only giving a vague sort of answer to the latter statement. "So it's nice to see it again."

"Guy's not liking it too much, but I think it's great. We were stretched pretty thin before. Hopefully, we'll get a good bunch of Green Lanterns from this," Kyle said cheerfully. Some of them didn't seem too eager, but that wasn't surprising. Everyone was different.

"How's life treating you?" Kyle could tell something was wrong. And was he going to let that go? Of course not.

Does Guy ever like anything? Connor really wonders about him from what he's heard, sometimes. "And what are you teaching them?"

Life was... well. "I've been on vacation."

"We haven't really gotten to specifics yet. More of an...introduction? And I'm not the main instructor, anyway," Kyle said with a shrug. Not that he minded. Not at all. He knew that Kilowog was much better in that position.

"Really? Did your dad let you?"

"Where's this going on?" Surely not on Earth, because... well. Yes.

"He didn't let me -not-," Connor says, with a bit of a humourless smile.

"On Oa." Of course. It was all shiny and rebuilt and new.

"Ah. Well, if he even makes you take a vacation, I'd say you were pretty stressed." That much was evident. Oliver could be quite dense at times.

"But I thought that was..." Well, apparently not.

"Well," Connor says, finding there's a difference between outright lying and avoidance. "It's not that important."

"It's been rebuilt." And Kyle had a hand in that, of course, but he didn't mention it.

"Right. Because that's why you're avoiding the topic," Kyle said, cocking a brow.

"What's it like?" It was fascinating to think about, really. Must be even more fascinating to see.

"Am I?" Maybe a dismissive tone would work.

"It's beautiful. Large. I've never seen the Oa from before, but I'm sure it matches it," Kyle said with a genuine smile. Not that he was bragging. He just really thought it looked great.

"Uh huh. I know that tone. There's no putting me off, Mr. Hawke!" Kyle tsked as he waved a finger. Sure, he was easy to distract, but that wasn't the point!

"It must be wonderful to see." He probably sounds a little wistful when he says that, though he doesn't really mean to. But new places were always amazing to visit.

"I'm not putting off anything," Connor says, apparently deciding that Egypt is a nice place to live. "Really."

"Maybe I can take you there sometime," Kyle said with a smile. Hey, he didn't want to go back to earth, but he was fine with taking Connor places.

"Uh huh. This isn't Egypt, Connor." This was...well, the end of the universe. So there.

"That would be really nice." He smiles at the idea.

But it fades at the latter statement. "Yes, well," Connor says, slumping a little, "I'd like to pretend it is for awhile." Even if that probably wasn't good for him.

"Right." Like he was going to let that fly. After all, Connor was the one that always pursued him when he had a problem. Kyle could only hope he could helo by doing the same.

"What's the matter, Connor?" Well, besides the streak of bad luck they were having lately.

But he didn't -like- people calling him on his own problems. It was possibly and probably more than a little hypocritical, but it was the way it was. And the one way he was willing to be selfish.

He sighs. "I just feel cooped up, that's all." Right.

"You're on vacation. Somehow, I don't think that's it," Kyle said, cocking one brow. Because, really. It didn't sound convinving at all.

"You know you can talk to me, man." Because really, he wanted Connor to be able to talk to him about his problems. That's what friends were for, right?

He knows, he really does. But there was a difference between knwoing and actually being able to do something about it, wasn't there? And it was a hard thing to ask. It really was.

"I wouldn't even know where to start."

"At the beginning?" As cliche as it sounded, hey, it usually was a good starting place. There didn't seem to be anything bad about the beginning.

He's more than a little tempted to make a joke to avoid this; but it seems like the only way he'd be able to do it is by walking away. And since he remembers how bad that felt when Kyle did it to him... well.

"No way to avoid this, huh?" He shakes his head. "Do we have to do it in here, at least?" With all these people around.

"We could get a room and talk there, if you want. Or we could go outside." Surely, there were less people outside. Maybe they could find a place out there.

He's not sure if he -wants- himself to have the comfort of the outside (and therefore, really, unable to avoid talking so easily) or not. Or if that'd even help right now. "Either would work."

"Let's go outside, then." Maybe some air would help? So he got up, waiting for Connor to do the same. If you thought he'd go without Connor, you were mistaken.

"Okay." Maybe he's a little relieved at that choice, really. Connor gets up, and heads for the door, assuming that Kyle is going as well.

Of course. Kyle followed Connor, keeping an eye on him. He really was worried that the other man was so reluctant to talk. Not that it was surprising -- after all, Connor was more the listener than the speaker.

Still, Kyle was determined to make him talk.

He let Connor pick where outside they would settle down, since Connor was the one that needed to feel comfortable, after all.