“You and that pot and kettle quote, dude. And you wonder why people call you insane. Always talkin’ about how pots have conversations with kettles and insult them and shit. That’s crazy talk.” He shook his head as if his friend was a hopeless case.
Of the two of them, Silas was probably the dumber of the pair, but being an idiot had never really bothered him. He had other skills, useful skills that still made him valuable to people. So what if he didn’t have book smarts? He snorted at his friend’s response to his joke. “Hey, that’s okay with me. Never planned on kids anyway. Just makes everything else easier. ‘Cept Dr. Pain’s boyfriend’s not a bad dude. Don’t know if I could fuck his woman and not feel bad about it. Wren and Dr. H, I wouldn’t touch, for very different reasons.”
“Bar fight,” he suggested. “Bar fight’s always the answer with shit like that.”
Silas shrugged like he didn’t give a shit how Brandon saved his own ass. “I don’t get any of your sisters most of the time, so I guess that puts us in almost the same boat.” Except Silas didn’t have to deal with the three chick Stones that often, so that was a good thing. Kori always got on his case about being lewd and inappropriate, even when he was being on his best behavior around her. Lilah always used words he didn’t understand. And Leah was always Leah with her unpredictable moods.
He snorted. “Well, now that’s inconsiderate of you. Every lady deserves to be treated real special. Especially the brainy ones.”