"Probably because we're all too much alike." They were. Though they were different in a lot of ways, fundamentally, they were similar. "Besides, it's not like you're the king of fucking normal."
Brandon hadn't ever really had a problem with Finn. In the beginning, he'd actually made an effort to be friends with the guy, mostly because he was in a thing with Brandon's best female friend and making enemies with him wasn't the best idea. And really, he had no one to blame for the fact that it had gone awry but himself. "That's the only reason?" he asked with an arched eyebrow. "'Cause she's kinda hot, with the scars and everything." Brandon nodded. "Bet, being so tough to survive scars like those, she's a fucking tiger."
Waving off the sympathy, Brandon shrugged his eyebrows. "See, that's where we differ. I won't feel bad when I kick your ass." He grinned wryly.
"Eh." Brandon chuckled awkwardly. "All the bitching I do, they're pretty great." He smiled a little. "Kori may be kinda prudish, but she's also sweet. Lilah may be brainy, but she's also the most generous person in the world. And Leah's moods may be as unpredictable as Eloise's fucking zombie patterns, but she's the truest person I've ever known. Wouldn't trade 'em for the world." He chuckled. "Awkward. Sorry."
A nun with a gun? Brandon arched an eyebrow. "You're shitting me." Spoken as a statement, not a question. "I mean, I've fucked a Catholic school teacher before, but never a fucking nun. Props be with you, brother." Playing on the 'peace be with you' thing that Catholics always said.
"You need to ask?" he asked, moving toward the bag of bombs. "We should assign a points system."