Re: Things Are Gonna Get Weird "...devils." He cracked a smile - a grin really. Jack had cleared away most of his tears, then deposited them and Jack's own tears onto Brian's labcoat, and it made Brian roll his eyes, internally. Outwardy, they were filled with mirth. He pictured everything just as Cassidy was saying it, and quirked a brow at 'Elias'. Ah, Elizabeth. Betsy. "I can only imagine..." Quite literally. Though he wished a bit that he could be in Nomad's home universe too, and meet the children and family he was so desperate to return to.
His own hands remained firmly on Cas' shoulders, and he focused as was physically requested by the other man. "...we helped each other find hope. Maybe that's my lot in life..." Brian offered a sympathetic, knowing smile. Even if that were the case, hope there still was. At least in Brian's lonely little heart there was. If there hadn't been, he would've been worse off than Mr. Cassidy presumed he was. "That doesn't seem so bad," he countered, suddenly, and held his posture so as not to remove Jack's hand from his neck prematurely. He had a strong desire not to discomfort this maniac anymore than need be. The crazy had filtered through onto Britannic, it seemed.
"At any rate, I will help you," as he'd promised. "Even if that means just to keep hope afloat." He raised up, then, his feet lifting from the floor, and then Jack's too, by his grip on the man's shoulders. He smirked and slowly lowered them back down, then clapped the jacketed-shoulder he'd been squeezing. "Now unless you want to reorganize those cabinets you were snooping in..." His head tilted to the counter Jack had wrecked, then toward the exit. Cas had his choice.