Silas held up his hands in surrender. “I know,” he confirmed. “Forget I said anything.” He was smart enough not to continue to push it with Brandon. Maybe Leah going out wasn’t the best idea, but he still didn’t see how everyone making her decisions for her was going to make her any happier. Eventually –and probably sooner than later- she’d come to that decision herself anyways; she was a smart woman. “Know you’re just worried about her, man.”
If only Brandon could try to get over his issues with Rae the same way he was trying with Evan, for Leah’s sake. But Silas was smart enough to realize that that wasn’t going to happen unless Hell froze over. And some things weren’t worth pushing; especially when it had created such a fall out the last time. “Proof that even you can learn to be an adult,” he commented, taking a good-natured dig at Brandon.
Silas scowled just a little, not really that genuinely irritated. “Fuck you, Stone,” he shot back with no real bite behind the words. “On second thought, I probably don’t need you, so just go for it. You can become the compounds douchebag of a drunk. Don’t think that spots filled yet.” They had their share of jerks and idiots though, unfortunately. “Kind of surprising we didn’t land ourselves in whatever they considered prison. Was that even a thing? Or did they just feed people to the zombies?” Seemed like punishment enough sometimes to have to run their errands. “That was a fucking awesome trick, would have tried myself if they ever gave me the chance.” Though he doubted that particular guard had actually gotten any sleep on the top of that truck, what with the leapers and climbers around.
It had to be some kind of super power for them to go from being on great terms to being at odds. “It ain’t her fault my arm got busted up. She’s not some kind of bad luck, man, whether you want to believe that or not.” It was Silas turn to roll his eyes. “Could have happened when I was out with you, or anyone else. It was my bad choice.” Though he’d do it again.
Fuck. How was it that he was trying to be a decent friend to the both of them and still came out looking like the bad guy? “Didn’t think I was,” he managed to bite back the snarl, but it still came out short. “But if you’re gonna be a fucking bitch about what I wanna do with my own fucking time, I might not bother.” It wasn’t fair to say, but he’d never been good at being the bigger person.
“For once can’t you just let it go? For Christmas or whatever?” he asked, reaching for the bottle of booze and filling his glass again. “Not like I went out and decided the chick I’d fall for needed to be the only chick in the place you hate.” Things would be easier for him if he hadn’t.