For the first time in his life, Brandon could legitimately say that his intention wasn't to get with that Bea chick. It was weird as shit, too, because she was hot. And the type that Brandon normally wouldn't hesitate to get with. Back in the city, he spent most of his time trying to figure out who he was going to hook up with that night. It had carried over, sort of, to their time in Sing Sing—the night he spent with Allie sprang to mind—but over the past couple months... it felt like he had different priorities or something. Lately his mind just hadn't been on that. If he'd known his sister's thought process, he probably wouldn't have been too bothered, though, because up until that sudden moment recently, it would've been a safe assumption.
Of course, he had noticed how irritated she got about his hovering. That didn't mean that he was going to stop, though. She'd been out of the looting game for awhile and the last thing he wanted was for her to get jumped because she wasn't expecting a rush or something. He wasn't over-vigilant, which maybe he should've been, but he was a little closer to her at most times than he would have been back in the city.
The concentration of zombies in the area was actually slightly lower today than it had been most recent days, Brandon couldn't help but notice. Things like that worried him sometimes. When they had quiet infected days, that usually meant that there were groups hiding, waiting in the wings to come out when people didn't expect it. He'd sensed that Leah wasn't feeling her best, and coupled with the low concentration of infected on the streets, Brandon was on the highest alert.
"Ha," Brandon smirked at his sister. He'd always given her cinnamon or vanilla smelling things instead of lavender for that very reason. "Just another way you're not like other chicks, Lele. But don't worry. It's stored away in the bottom of the bag. Under some of the shit you like." He glanced at the shelf and spotted various bottles of colored dye, thinking of Maddie and biting his lip before sweeping them all into the bag. She'd like those.
Peering in at the bottle in question, Brandon frowned. "It's a fish. Some weird fuckin' tropical motif. Looks like the one from that movie about the fish with the bad fin..." Finding Nemo. Brandon knew that, but he'd never admit it aloud. "The one she loves." Snorting a laugh, Brandon thought of a lion being in the compound. "Well, we've got a bear. And Alghren's got a monkey, doesn't she? Why the hell not expand and have a damn petting zoo."
He watched her plant her hand firmly on the counter and turned around, walking over to her. "You sure? You look sorta unsteady..." he told her, holding his left arm out for her to grab. "It's here if you need it."
They got to the door and Brandon held his hand out. "Lemme look around. Make sure there's none of those big fuckers around." Because he didn't have a door to shoot through this time, since the door of the salon was glass. "Stay here, alright?"