Brandon held back a comment about all the time Silas was spending with Rae, and the fact that he could use that as a return snipe. “Pretty sure you've got more to hold over my head that basically anyone else around here, though.” He shrugged a shoulder and chuckled softly. “Guess I'm lucky I'm hard to embarrass.” For all the times his sisters had tried, they'd only really been successful a couple of times.
Temper tantrums. Brandon snorted a laugh and shrugged. “I'm sure they're nothing compared to the major whoppers I threw when I was little.” It was awful. He remembered being told a tale of having knocked a lamp over, among other things. He didn't know how, being from the family he was from, he'd been allowed to get away with what he had, but he was. Fortunately, he hadn't turned into a spoiled prick because of it.
“We should find her an indoor place for the winter, too. Somewhere she won't freeze.” There were some unclaimed buildings, and plenty of spare blankets. People wouldn't hurt her, either, if she was out of their sight. “I know Fred Hamish dedicated a huge part of one greenhouse to growing stuff for her to eat, and he brings it to her once or twice a week. He'd probably be willing to take a shift or two, too.” They'd started out sort of rocky, what with Brandon's part in the Liberty attack, but the man had developed into a friend Brandon was glad he had.
Brandon chuckled and nodded his head. “Something like that, yeah. Or to fold the laundry or whatever they always had to try to get me to do.” One of the few nicer moments he'd had with their dad. “And then there was mom and the sock gremlins.” He chuckled.
Panty-peeler. Brandon snorted and shrugged his shoulders. Women were more of a touchy subject than they used to be for him lately. He'd essentially told Lexi that he loved her, and she'd returned with the fact that she was leaving again. “When he gets going, he can definitely get the ladies' attention.” He watched his dog's tongue lop out the side of his mouth. “I taught him this trick where he tosses a treat off his own nose and catches it. Everyone always seems impressed.” Ladies or otherwise.
Brandon had perfect vision, one of the few Stones lucky enough to be able to say that. She pointed out the stand and Brandon shrugged. “Square yourself. That's pretty much the same concept,” he explained, putting his hands on her shoulders and turning her so she wasn't leaning one way or the other. “It'll both improve your range of vision and make it so you don't have to lean as much.” He twisted the scope a couple clicks and then looked back at her. “Might be able to see clearer now, too.”
After her next shot, Brandon nodded his approval. “Awesome,” he said. “Aim a little higher than where you want to hit, though. It won't be as much of an issue with a bullet, but a paintball loses height in the air, sort of. Try again on the next window.” He pointed.