Who: Brendan.
Where: His apartment.
When: Late night.
( In the end, what it really came down to was how far he was prepared to go. How badly he needed those questions answered. That one question. Ultimately that was the only one that mattered, the only one to which he desperately needed the answer. It wasn’t about want, not really. Brendan doubted he would sleep better or feel safer if he knew how exactly his parents had died. No. It had always been about need. )