Comfort. Not Brandon's forte. But he tried, all the same. "It'll get back to normal again." Platitudes. Cliches. But they were all he really had. "Or you just move on. Whichever." Said like it was easy. Brandon didn't know. He'd never been into a girl like Silas was with Alghren.
"Maybe a better time will come up." More platitudes. Brandon didn't know what else to say, but he figured he should try. Laughing his own laugh, Brandon shook his head. "That's all right, bro. I hear she's a one man woman anyway and she's already taken a shine to you." He waved his hand at the doll.
Brandon shrugged. "I guess not. Kori'd be screwed if it wasn't for me." And Alghren probably would've been screwed if not for Zimmerman. "Every nice person I know's got someone looking out for them or has some kind of rough edge or whatever. So..." he chuckled. "Guess those nuns are nothing but a fantasy. Shame."
"Zombie skating? Fuck yeah. Shove a zombie onto a patch of ice and watch it flail and fall... I used to love doing that back in the city."
Brandon held a closed fist out for a fist bump and gave Silas a huge smirk. "Someday we should compete. You with your bombs and me with my rifle. Long versus short range. See who can take out the most." With all the time they'd been friends, Brandon was surprised he hadn't thought of that before.