Brandon chuckled a little. "Reg and I used to joke that Cin was a police dog in a former life," he mused, scratching the dog behind the ears. "He's always been pretty fucking good. Listens to everyone. I found him somewhere near one of the precincts, so it's not completely out of the question, you know?" Cin looked up at him like yes, that was the answer. "Usually they're German Shepherds, but some precincts use other breeds, like husky or mix breed labs." He trailed off, then laughed. "Get me talking about cop shit and I don't shut up."
With a look at Bea's dog, he turned his attention back to Bea and shrugged. "I got some extra, if you want to give her a piece," he offered, but didn't take any out of his pocket in case Bea said no. "I usually end up munching on some myself, so I can cut out my portion if you want," he snorted a chuckle.
"She wanted to go home but Evan told her to stay another night," he explained simply. "Probably not the worst thing she could do, since this scared the hell out of all of us." It took a lot to scare Brandon; he wasn't easily spooked. But when it came to his sisters... maybe that was a little bit different. "She's in there. You can probably tell her yourself. Might do her some good to spend some time with a friend." Was something going on between the two of them that Brandon didn't know about? Brandon didn't really claim to understand chicks in any way, and their arguments often struck him as childish, but... he paused. "Why not? Thought you two were close." But Brandon was often a little dense.
Arching an eyebrow, Brandon shrugged. "Okay," he said, slowly trailing off like he was sure there was more to the story. "But that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop asking you why you can't tell her yourself. I thought the two of you were friends." And it was weird to see Leah hanging around with Vienna more than Bea. He knew that the sisters were friendly with Rae, but Leah was usually good at separating that shit.
Something was weird, and that was more than Brandon's cop sense talking. It was common-sense. Leah cherished friends, because she'd always had kind of a hard time keeping them. What he didn't know was how to ask. It didn't even occur to him that maybe whatever thing he had for Bea might've had something to do with it. Mostly because he hadn't outwardly shared that with anyone. Least of all any of his sisters.
Giving him shit? "No," he said simply. "Wait, why would she be giving me shit?" he asked.