Brandon had a bad habit. He wasn't very good at emotions in general, really, but when it came to negative emotions that weren't anger? He was even worse. All of his devastation, all of his sadness, turned into anger and he channeled it in terrible ways; usually cruelty and aggression toward those he cared about. Silas, unfortunately, was the one getting the brunt of it this time.
And honestly, Brandon would've loved to say that he regretted it. But every bit of anger, every frustration vented, he meant it at the time. Maybe eventually, somewhere down the line, he'd regret all of this, but for now, he meant it all straight down to his bones.
Snorting a laugh, he raised his chin in a silent threat. “Think that's for me to decide more than you, don't you?” he asked in a rumble of anger. Silas would recognize that tone, no doubt. He'd seen people earn Brandon's ire and get that tone more than once. “Or is that whole 'tell me how I feel' thing more of Alghren's fucking poison taking you over?” he smirked in triumph.
Yet again, he laughed and rolled his eyes. “Weak,” he said matter of factly. “Constitutional law is bullshit anymore, so you can take that excuse and fuck off with it. Last I checked, your shift was over and mine was just starting, so if you'll excuse me,” he snapped, unabashedly bumping Silas' shoulder with his and shoving him out of the way.
“Ah. Careful, fucking a chick who just had a baby's a quick and easy way to knock her up again.”