“We could just GPS tracker him,” he joked. He wasn’t a worrier by nature, and Regan was more than capable of taking care of himself, but it would be nice to have him back sooner rather than later. If only because he could be a steadying force between Silas and Brandon. “Zach would probably surgically install it if I asked real nice. Or the Indian woman, Talia?” He hadn’t dealt much with her, but he knew she was capable from what Zach had said, and she worked with all the science stuff so she was probably smart. “Make it a hell of a lot easier to at least know where he is.”
Silas chuckled. “Works for me. We’ll just apologize for it later.” Good liquor was hard to come by, he’d understand probably. “Or actually, no, because he’d never even know it was his in the first place.”
“Hey now, the fire escape wasn’t my fault,” he defended half-heartedly. The broken arm wasn’t either. Injury just seemed to find him. “And you contributed to some of the busted up bones, so I could argue that you were trying to send me to an early grave.” Enough time had passed that he felt mostly okay making a joke of their fight. “Yeah no, you’re right. The guy deserves a gift basket or some shit. Or, you know, something he’d actually appreciate.” He liked Evan, appreciated his leadership, since it wasn’t easy keeping this place in one piece.
“I probably would’ve ticked off the wrong guy in the city by now.” He tried to stay under the radar when he was there, but he wasn’t perfect, and the guards around the government safehouses really were mostly idiots. “Probably end up in an infirmary with internal bleeding they couldn’t fix, knowing my luck.” He drank down half the liquid that Brandon had poured in one shot, enjoying the burn.
He hadn’t picked anything up for Brandon’s niece, and part of him wondered if she should have. He just didn’t know how Leah would have taken him getting a gift for her little girl. Maybe next year. “She does,” he agreed, and then blanked. How was he going to make that work? He couldn’t just blow Brandon off, but he’d already told Rae he’d spend at least part of the day with her and her family. “Probably later in the afternoon. Maybe later than that,” he said with a shrug. “Haven’t figured my day out yet.” Which was a lame explanation, considering Brandon knew he didn’t have that many people to spend the holiday with.