As far as Brandon was concerned, there was no pressure on Regan to take on the security leadership role. Yeah, it would be great to have someone competent behind the reins, directing him and Silas. Someone who actually liked most people, and someone who was far more trusting than either of them were. But if he didn't want it, he didn't have to take it. There was still the option of the three of them leading it together, after all. The reins in the security leadership job had been passed around too many times. Brandon hoped that whatever ended up happening here, it stuck.
“If the crown fits,” Brandon snarked. “And Marigold's just about the only person in this compound who could never piss me off, so that should tell you something.” A joke at his own expense. Best way to chill a conversation out. Not for the first time, Brandon was tempted to suggest that Regan come and meet Marigold. Maybe he thought it'd be a reminder of his wife, but Brandon didn't see it that way. No one could manage to make it through a whole conversation with Marigold with at least cracking a small smile. The girl was a veritable fountain of cheer. But he didn't ask. If Regan wanted to meet her, he'd come and do it on his own.
Kid. Brandon was about to complain about the diminutive like he always did, when Silas pointed out that he had the whiskey bottle. Brandon turned his head sharply in Silas' direction and unwittingly made a horrifically childish face, his eyes narrowed and the rest of his face screwed up. “What the fuck, man. Thought we talked about you not doing that anymore.” More like Brandon talked and Silas just laughed, but either way.
And just like that, the humor sapped out of the conversation like a lightning bolt had struck it.
Brandon simply nodded his head in response to Silas' reply, and chewed on his lip. “She does,” he agreed. “I'd say to let me know if there's anything I can do to help, but I think this one's best left to Leah. Woman's touch and whatever else. Besides, they always got along.” Simple as that. Not that Brandon didn't get along with her, but Leah just made more sense.
Silas' morose observation was met with a grim nod, and Brandon sighed. “Nothing we can do about it, really,” he muttered. It sucked, but people died.