Broggie, Are You Okay?
Who: Brogan and Jackson Where: Ann Arbor and Scarlet Oak When: Monday evening, post dinner
After dinner with Blake, Jackson dropped his younger brother off at the house. He didn’t even bother to step in. Blake knew what to do in case anyone asked where he went… and once they knew the reasons why he had left without even being home for a second, they would understand. Really, they probably didn’t even need to ask why. Jack wasn’t an overly emotional creature like his mother and his brother (being empaths), or his other brother (being… well… Blake), but that hardly meant that he had his own emotions cauterized. They were there… and he was hurting for one of his best friends.
Jack didn’t really know what he was going to say to Brogan. There wasn’t some transcript that he could read off of. It wasn’t like he could google how to comfort your friend when their big brother dies. Actually, pretty much anything could be found on google, so perhaps it was a possibility. It would not be sincere, however. They could say that Jack was nervous, but he would at least be honest with every word.
The Callahan household was pretty much deserted. Not to be unexpected. People either avoided their home in the wake of tragedy, or they set up camp there. It seemed like Brogan and company were doing the former. That was their right, but it did make his job a hell of a lot harder.
Before he went to phase two of his plan, Jack first walked over to the door and gave it a hard knock. He wanted a few seconds, knocked again when he got no answer and let the cycle repeat. About a minute in his suspicions were confirmed. But that wasn’t the only avenue with which he could attempt to get in touch with his friend.
Jackson dug into his pocket and went to his contact list. Brogan’s name was one of the first (Annabelle had taken the top spot… it went alphabetically… although she was on his speed dial…), and he dialed it. The phone was placed on his ear and he waited… hoping that he would hear a response.