Silas smirked. “C’mon man, even pregnant your sister is a badass.” Leah was capable of taking care of herself, she’d proved that. “And smart enough to not put her and the kid in danger.” Maybe he didn’t completely get the sibling concern though, since he’d never had them. The Stone’s were as much family to him as anyone was now a days, but he’d never felt the need to tell any of them but Brandon what they should and shouldn’t be doing. And even if he did, he probably wouldn’t tell Leah she shouldn’t be going out, since she seemed okay still, capable enough to still be doing things.
“Yeah, yeah, got a death wish. That ain’t new,” he joked back, his tone dry. He only let his jaw clench briefly at the mention of who Brandon held responsible, it was probably progress that he let it go without pointing fingers. Silas appreciated that. “No, probably don’t.” He didn’t want to make it another fight about Rae. Or Evan, so he let that drop too. He didn’t have the same opinions about Evan that Brandon did, but then there wasn’t the same animosity between Silas and Evan either, so it was different. “Fine, no gift basket,” he said with a shrug.
Oh god, did Silas remember that. “I thought he was gonna tear you apart when he got back up those stairs.” Not that Silas wouldn’t have done the same thing, the guard had been a jerk. “God, or the one that started shit with me in the infirmary. It’s like they were out for blood.” He wouldn’t be surprised if they were; morals weren’t high when you were working the government, he’d learned. “Stuck him with syringe before I even thought about it.”
And now he was dealing with exactly what he didn’t want to deal with. There was no way to bullshit his way out either, so he bought himself some time by draining the rest of his drink. “Rae,” he mumbled into the glass, and avoided eye contact. “Just for a while. To do lunch and shit ‘cause she asked.” He braced himself for whatever Brandon would do. “I’ll be around with your family for the rest of the day, promise."