“You give yourself too much credit. I’m sure there are people ‘round this place that don’t care enough to think about you at all,” Silas pointed out, going for joking, but he realized afterwards how it could be taken. Too late to take it back now.
He’d never been threatened with solitary while he was in the safehouses, obviously, since he hadn’t known about it. Wouldn’t have been the worst thing, though. He’d been put in solitary once when he was serving time. Early on, before he got smart about good behavior. It had been better than being stuck with the general populace, actually. “I wouldn’t be much better. They’d get all twitchy about me, probably.” Leave it to Evan, he was better suited.
A muscle ticked in his jaw, but he bit his cheek to keep from snarling at Brandon. It wasn’t anything more than he’d expected, actually, so probably he was getting off as good as he could have hoped for. “Whatever, man,” he muttered under his breath. “Think what you want.” He was going to anyways. Fucking what?, Silas wondered, but didn’t get a chance to ask before Brandon was actually relenting.
What the hell? He hadn’t expected it to be that easy. For Brandon to actually do what he wanted. And it was weird to realize that part of his friend’s behavior was genuine concern for Silas.
“Thanks,” he breathed a sigh of relief at that. “Nothings happening, so I don’t think you gotta worry about that.” He chose to keep the kisses to himself, since he didn’t really love the idea of Brandon calling him out for being an idiot. Not that he knew for sure he would, but it was safer not to. “Firmly living in silent pining over here.”