Gabe continued to argue that it was something he was going to do regardless and Lukas decided that was something he just couldn't handle. How was he supposed to live with himself knowing that his brother was out there running around and risking himself for complete strangers? He claimed to be trained but at the end of the day he had barely become a man. And he hadn't been nearly trained to the extent that Lukas was.
How could he claim that Lukas was being a hypoctite when he'd been trained to do this? Well... no one was trained to deal with zombies. But Lukas had shot and killed suspects before this. As far as he was concerned, he was far more trained to be out there than any of these people. At the end of the day though, he'd be lying if he said he'd be okay with this even if his brother was trained properly.
His brother was persistent and definitely had become a lot bolder since they'd last seen each other. For lack of anything better to say, Lukas just shut his mouth and sat there silently in his seat. Fuming.
They arrived at Grand Central and the people unloaded while the station guards kept the infected at bay. Once inside, everyone seemed to be crowded in the entrance not quite knowing where to go. Luckily for Lukas, he'd dealt with this without the mass of people. "This way," he grumbled, moving past people to get to the corner of the room where he was staying with the Marchands. He didn't really have to move people actually, it was more like people moved out of Lukas' way when they saw how heavily armed he was. No doubt with the present scowl on his face he didn't look much friendlier.
Evan didn't seem to be back yet, Danny and Georgie were off somewhere but Lukas did note that there was a new bed roll close to his own. Someone from carnegie maybe? "You can leave your things here. That one's mine. They're good people so far as I can tell." He put his guns under his pillow and removed his bullet proof vest, letting out a sigh as the pressure was relieved. "I... need to go see what I can do."
He'd decided more or less that he couldn't deal with this right now. His little brother was all he had left and he wanted to run out there and play hero. It was too much. It made him sick every time he thought about it. Above all else he couldn't take his little brother looking at him like he was crazy for wanting to protect him. Didn't he understand what Lukas had just gone through to get to him? And after all that it was like he was throwing it back in his face. Clearing his throat, he turned to say something to Gabriel, thought better of it and walked away. Where did you get a drink around here?