Kratos swallowed a sigh. He didn't want to make his brother feel bad, but for the first time in a long time, he actually didn't want a beer. He wanted to get this talk over and done with, so that he could get the hell out of Tombstone. The problem was, he still didn't know to start this conversation with Zelos. So in the end, all he could manage was a quiet, “Sure.”
As he stepped closer to the front steps of the Oriental, sure that's where Zee was going to suggest they get their drink, movement in his peripheral vision had him pausing. Given the way tensions were sitting in the town these days, Kray was a bit more vigilant about what was going on around him. It was not being jumpy, it was being ready, he assured himself. After all, he was pretty sure that Ike Clanton was still in Tombstone.
But the person that caught his eye wasn't trouble.
Well. That wasn't technically true some days. Bia was more than trouble enough on her own on some occasions. He wasn't going to hurt his sister's feelings by announcing it, but there were days when he thought tying her up and locking her in a closet might be easier all the way around. Even with the fight that would produce, because she wouldn't submit to that easily at all. Today, though, he had no idea of she was up to no good or not. What he did know was that it was going to make the conversation that much hard if he had to tell both of them at the same time that he was ready to go. He'd been planning to tell Zee first. Now what?
Well, there was the beer.
“Morning, sis,” he said as she drew within earshot. “Is that a biscuit? Did you bring one for me? I could use some breakfast. What about you, Zee? You eat yet? Where are our biscuits, Bia?”