“I think she thinks she's invincible, and I think she's too stubborn to admit that it's not a good idea for her to be out right now. If she gets bit and loses that kid, it'll fucking kill her. You know the circumstances behind Marigold...” Brandon tossed Silas a bit of a glare, because it wasn't right of him to push this, to take Leah's side, when she was wrong this time. Brandon always took Leah's side, right or wrong... but this time... he just couldn't. “If something happens this time, I don't think she'll be able to recover. Even with Marchand and me helping her out.”
Brandon shrugged. All the shit he'd gone through for his sisters? Yeah, he was definitely up there. But the sarcasm was noted. “Could be a hell of a lot worse, if you ask me.” He chuckled. “I more or less just realized that he was around, whether I like it or not, and he makes Leah happy, so I needed to learn to deal with it. Still kinda learning, but I'm on a better track than I was.” As in, he didn't want to punch the French off his face anymore.
“Constant drunkenness and less responsibility for me... I'm still not seeing a downside,” he mused, pointing a finger-gun at his friend with a smirk and a shrug. “Plus, it screws you over. You ask me, that's more of a win.” Yeah, he was a douchey friend every now and then, but everything he did, he only did to fuck with Silas... unless it came to Alghren, anyway. Silas knew that, and that was the only reason he kept doing it. “We did have our own share of telling guards off, didn't we? I remember that time Whatshisface with the nose that looked like he'd gotten punched one too many times tried to tell me that he fucked Leah? And I locked him out of that looting truck overnight. He ended up sleeping on top of it.”
Of course Silas would deny it. Brandon rolled his eyes and sighed. “Whatever you say,” he said, though it was obvious in his tone that he didn't believe it. “But that whole broken arm thing... you can't deny that there's at least some fucking merit to what I'm saying. Too much time around her's bad for the health.” And that, Brandon would stand by.
“Stay with her as long as you want,” he said, irritated. “And no, I don't mean you're uninvited, I mean just fucking, don't rush to leave for my sake. Unless you get tired of Happy Time With the Alghren-Zimmerman-Nichols'.”