"It's nothing," Brandon insisted when Den thanked him for looking out for Rory. "She's done her fair share of looking out for me, too." Sanity-keeping and never looking down on him said a lot in Brandon's book. "I'm just glad things are working out for her here now." It didn't occur to him that he'd probably just given away the fact that things weren't always happy at Sing Sing, but if the question came up, he'd answer it.
A handgun and a Winchester. Brandon could do that. "All right, come on," he said, leading the way to a locked gun safe case which housed various hunting rifles, and a few feet away, a display case with varying handguns in it. He offered his keychain out to Dennis. "The little silver skeleton key looking one unlocks the display case," he offered. "Whatever you can find in there is yours. We've also got some vests and shit in the back if either of you are interested in those." After the attack a couple of months ago, it seemed like a good thing to carry, so Brandon had made sure they were well-stocked.
Jon asked how long they'd been there and Brandon shrugged. "I was one of the people who helped clean the place up to move into," he explained, not bringing up his role in leadership quite yet. Nodding when Jon mentioned the forums, Brandon shrugged. "I don't get on there as much as I should, but yeah, probably. Talking about the task force, right? For those Popeye-looking zombies?"