Guilt was a feeling that Brandon had always been shitty with, which was annoying, because it was one that he seemed to end up feeling more than any other. Fucking up was something he seemed to be best at, and it got on his nerves, that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep from fucking up, and people always got hurt.
This time, it was Silas. His brother. One of his brothers, anyway. Because he hadn't been paying attention, his brother had been shot, and he was to blame.
He hadn't been in to see Silas yet since he'd woken up, both because Alghren was there and because he didn't know exactly how to talk without busting out at the seams and apologizing about two fucking hundred times. Maybe he'd figure it out overnight, but right now, he was in Evan's room with Leah, watching Mari and Evan read some kind of story. Alghren could take care of him for now, anyway.
Brandon looked down at his feet as he sat in a chair on the other side of the room, and turned his head to glance at Leah, telling her wordlessly that he needed to go for a walk. He wasn't sure if she was pissed off at him for not doing what she'd asked and keeping Evan safe or not, but he hadn't really said too much to her over the past couple of days, anyway. Aside from just necessary communications. He walked to the door, to walk around the infirmary, maybe go peer in Silas' room and see how he and Alghren were doing. And then, he decided, he'd sit in the waiting area until he came up with what to say to Silas.
His eyes were on the ground as he made his way to the waiting area chairs, which was why he didn't realize that he was about to run face first into Bea.
When they made impact, Brandon recoiled for a moment, and then raised his head. "Oh. Oh, hey, Bea. Sorry." He gave her a weak smile. He probably looked haggard. Like he hadn't slept in a couple of days. But he didn't care this time.