It was like watching a car accident in slow motion. Brian wanted to jump out and intervene, to stop this before it got out of hand. But he found himself temporarily frozen, unable to speak. The man with the curly hair was digging himself into a hole, and it was terrifying to watch.
As the combative man made his gesture, declaring Brian "a little off" - what the hell was that supposed to mean? - Brian heaved a slight sigh of relief. Though it was clear that the remaining two people had issues to work out, at least nobody was accusing them of being crazy. As a person who was clinically suggested to be crazy, Brian knew how much that could hurt.
The tension sat in the room like a giant elephant, and finally Brian took it on himself to at least kick it in the shins. "Okay," he said with a frown. "He doesn't get any cheese with his dinner." He paused, realizing that trying to be funny at this time was probably a bad thing. Clearing his throat, he looked down. "Sorry," he mumbled, realizing that he was much more on edge than he had previously thought.
After a moment, he glanced to the other man, recalling that the blonde girl had called him "Bran." "Going for food is good. Why don't we split up? That way we'll cover more ground, and we can meet back here?" He glanced to the girl, offering her a thin smile that seemed seconds away from shattering. "If I run into anybody from the building, I'll tell them about this place."
He moved to the door, resting his fingers on it for a moment. He wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what. Opening the door for himself and Bran - he wasn't sure if the girl would want to leave the safety of their shelter - he glanced back at the two, raising his fingers in a half-wave. "Good luck. Stay safe."