FOR THE LIGHT, C

He let out a chuckle, "Who said we'd have to hang out at your place if it's so small? We can go out and do other things. What kinds of things do you like to do?"

Ha! This was easier than he'd thought! He seemed really sweet, and super fun to hang around, though he definitely wasn't for the party scene and that was a bit of a bummer, though perhaps a quiet time at home would be okay when it came to drinking? Rocky wasn't even sure. Ah, what was he even thinking? The guy hadn't even mentioned what he liked to do yet and Rocky was trying to psycho-analyze him. He really had to stop doing that, but it was a habit he formed when he was younger. It's how he kept himself safe from being hurt. If he had an idea of something before he got into it, he'd at least know what he was getting into and it wouldn't hurt if he happened to be right about it being painful.

You can't get damaged by something if you expect it, right? It's how he stayed so happy all the time.

He smiled. Yeah. He'd already figured Hadas out. Seemed like he hit the nail right on the head.

"I like those things. Basically, if it's in public, I like it. I don't mind quiet places like that. I do admit that I go to some louder places too. But, I like quiet places.

"Man, would you know it? I haven't been to the zoo in a damn long time. Or the aquarium--You like aquariums? Think the last time I went to one I was back at home in Georgia. Atlanta has a pretty cool aquarium. I really like those long, dark tunnels with the conveyor belts you can just stand on. They pull you through slow so you can look at everythin' and ride. It's so cool!" Rocky sounded like a little kid in a candy shop, explaining why he liked the aquarium. When paired up with the right person, Rocky could seriously talk an ear off and it looked like Hadas was the right kind of person.

When he'd realized he'd been talking a lot, he suddenly stopped and cleared his throat, though he continued to smile like an excited child. "Sorry. I tend to talk a lot sometimes."

With that said, he immediately leaned back against the backrest of the bench and calmed himself, hanging his arm over the back and tapping the wood with his fingertips lightly.

Rocky just smiled at Hadas, not minding that he leaned forward. It took a lot to impose on his personal bubble when he wasn't already angry.

"I just had to get away. Besides, Nova is a lot better than where I was," he replied, keeping it purposefully vague. And as if the subject never changed, "There are sharks that swim over head. They have some really huge ones and there are some that stick to the top of the tunnel. It's really great."

Rocky was really on board, loving the conversation he was having. Hadas was really easy to talk to, surprisingly enough.

In the distance, the loud music of the party could still be heard, mixed with the whoops and hollers of the party goers enjoying the time of their life. Rocky groaned when he heard something break and shook his head, letting out a chuckle.

"Someone's gonna get their ass kicked. But hey, what about music? What kinds of music do ya like?" He figured it would be something calming, like the music Hadas danced to, or maybe the stuff people listen to when they do yoga.

He nodded to Hadas' reply, tapping his hand against the back of the bench to the beat of the music off in the distance. "I like classic rock; stuff you can put on the radio and drive to. You know... Van Halen, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Aerosmith... Stuff like that. I dunno if you'd like it or not; it's kind of loud and kickin', but, it's really fun and full of life."

Rocky was all about having fun and feeling alive, but he knew how to relax. "I can appreciate that; relaxin' stuff, I mean--Hey, you wanna walk around? Sittin' here's kinda gettin' a little dull. I bet this yard is huge. We could even go for a drive if you wanted to."

He said it all with a warm smile, not wanting to spook Hadas or anything, knowing that sometimes he walked a little faster than other people did.

Rocky smiled innocently, his face lighting up, as he took Hadas' hand and stood to his feet. Once he was up, though, he didn't let go of his hand, gently tugging him towards the direction of his truck.

"I don't really know where to go," Rocky replied, his smile fading just a little at the thought, "But we can do whatever, go wherever you want to go. Is there any place you'd like to drive to?"

Perhaps by asking a destination from Hadas, Rocky would learn a little more about him. He thought that would be nice, seeing how the belly dancer really was rather mysterious still.

Rocky knew he liked calming music, was a dancer, and was pretty soft-spoken. That thought did give him something to ask, though. That was good at least. "What got you into dancin'? You said you'd been dancin' for a while, but why did you get into it?"

Rocky could feel Hadas' hand warming up in his own, but he didn't say anything about it, not wanting to make him feel self-conscious or anything like that.

"I've got an idea. How about we go to the bakery, grab a few sweets, then just go drive somewhere and sit? Enjoy our food and talk a bit? Do you like that idea?" Rocky asked, stopping at his truck as he waited for Hadas' answer.

He definitely didn't want to pressure him into something and just from the little bit of time he's spent with Hadas, he could tell that he was a pretty skiddish type of person. He seemed like the type to go along with someone just so they wouldn't feel bad, even if it made him uncomfortable in the end.

Rocky wasn't going to have that.