The fact that Gabby was comfortable enough to give him space only made his respect for her increase, something that rarely happened with him - but then again, living in Bellum had been full of surprises. He almost felt like a different person, certainly not the same man who'd moved in months ago full of bitterness and anger. Maybe that was the key difference between himself and Erik - his fate was already written, whereas Bran still had a choice. He could move on and let go... which was exactly why he wanted to find Lotte.
He scanned the crowd as he moved amongst them, catching sight of some vaguely familiar faces and some that weren't familiar at all, but none was the one he was looking for... not until he caught a flash of blonde hair heading away from the crowd and hurried after it. "Lotte!" Even though she didn't stop, Bran kept weaving through the crowd until he reached her side and slowed. "Lotte... wait a minute." This time he refused to falter, and he took a deep breath. "I just wanted to say goodbye now that... well, now that we'll all be heading off in different directions."