“I know what you mean. Well, I really don't, since I never really had to live any kind of nomadic life or anything, but... I don't think I'd be good at it. I'm pretty big on stability.” And even if he wasn't, Marigold was.
Arching his eyebrow at her comment, Brandon was thrown back into his hesitance to trust her. He scratched the back of his head and shrugged. “That your way of trying to tell me something?” he asked simply. He already wasn't completely sure he trusted her again, and he was picking up signs that maybe that was the right decision. “Because if it is, I think I should know.” Given the hell he'd already gone through because of her.
He shrugged. “You trying to get rid of me, Andrada?” he asked her with a wink. This time, he was totally joking, but still giving her the option to go if that was what she wanted to do. “And you know that I don't mind listening. I was always better at that than talking, anyway.” At least with her. She'd never really told him any stories, but she could always find something to talk with him about one way or another. If that had changed... what else had?
Maybe she thought she'd recovered from her slip, but it was still in Brandon's head. “If you say so,” he told her quietly. “But I don't think people would mind if you included yourself in the 'we.' People here do care about you, whether you believe it or not.” He didn't know for a fact, but he was pretty sure Alghren had missed her some. And Zimmerman, too.
“Yeah. It was a little disappointing, that he just up and left like that,” he said quietly. “But I get it. He took a couple others and went back to Missouri to find his family or something. Which is definitely a reasonable reason to leave.” He scratched the back of his neck. He sighed. “Left security in a bind, though. Sort of sucks.”