The quickness of her response both surprised Brandon and didn't. He knew that this was odd territory for him, so he had to assume that it was pretty weird for her, too. But he didn't say anything else, just leaned over and filled her cup up. "You know, I never really bought into the whole 'needing an excuse to drink' thing," he told her, shrugging and giving her a little chuckle. "I've joked before that people's systems are 80% water, but mine is 80% booze." With how much he drank, it was a distinct possibility.
He raked his fingers through his hair and chuckled. "In the old world, I'd be getting plastered in this cop bar a block away from the precinct," he pointed out. "Probably end up in some embarrassing drunken bet and making a fool out of myself. I mean, I still do pretty good at the last part," he smirked. "But yeah."
Musicals always made him think of Allie, which sent a slightly uncomfortable twinge through him, especially considering Bea was the first person he'd allowed himself to have feelings for since Allie. "I'd like to point out that you didn't make me do anything," he teased. "I was the one who suggested we you watch it with me, and that we watch it today, so..." he couldn't help but smile.
"To be fair, I was a kid and I thought I knew everything," he pointed out, tipping the top of his beer in her direction. "But yeah. I've learned that. Especially recently." With how Silas had sort of changed his opinion on Rae. Among other things.
He listened as she explained what life had been like for her when she was younger, and it made him realize that maybe his loose cannon, trouble making ways weren't quite as bad as he'd made them out to be. "All those phrases that parents say about youth being wasted on the young or what the fuck ever are truer than you realize," he mused, before taking another pull from his beer bottle. "Hey, don't even worry about that, alright? You're not the only one responsible, even with Evan out of commission. I've got your back, whatever you need, okay?"
Brandon laughed aloud when she teased his choice. "Well, at first I wasn't a boy scout, but I did join the police force," he pointed out. "That sort of forces you to become a boy scout. Besides, some people already compare Silas to Batman," he said, shamelessly pointing out the conversation he'd overheard between Silas and Rae's cousin the last time he'd been to visit those cramped quarters. "So, yeah. Maybe Captain America?"
With a glance down at himself, he smirked and chuckled. "I bet I would," he said. He had no qualms about knowing how good he looked. "You should've seen me in my blues. Probably my best." He still kept them, for sentimental reasons, and probably still fit into them, but he had no need to wear them anymore. "It's always taken an act of fucking congress to get me to dress nice, though."