"Just because it's not optimistic doesn't mean it's a bad idea." Of course, Brandon was ignoring the fact that everything he said led to the fact that it was a completely bad idea, but that was another matter entirely. "Realistic odds. I mean, not everyone has the Leah and Evan type of fairytale or whatever, but that doesn't mean that there aren't other definitions of okay, right?" He gave her a little smile and shrugged a shoulder. "Fuck, I sound like a total fucking idiot, sorry."
He paused and scratched a hand through his hair, nodding his head. "Yeah. Communication," he nodded his head and breathed deeply. "Honest communication." Brandon didn't lie unless he had to; unless one of his sisters had asked him to. Sometimes, though, he negated truths. Like things with Lexi. If he didn't want to fuck things up with Bea, then he'd have to work on not omitting shit. "Yeah, okay. I can handle it too." For the most part. As long as it wasn't one of those really shitty situations that fucked him up, like shit with Lexi had.
With a nod, Brandon chuckled a little. "I know you aren't," he told her seriously. "Night and fucking day." He hoped she took it as a compliment, because that was how he meant it. "That doesn't mean the shit she put me through didn't make me anxious, though." He hoped she could understand that.
A decent kisser? That brought a tiny bit of Brandon's telltale smirk back, and he nodded his head. "I should probably have asked the same thing to you," he told her with a soft little chuckle, as his hands made themselves a little more comfortable on her waist. This pace, he was more comfortable with. Honestly, he didn't even know why he tried to talk about other shit, because he was fucking terrible at it. "Feel free to test that out whenever you want." That, he was confident that he was good at.
When it came to the rest of it? Yeah, he was fucking shitty.