Brodie brushed Muse's worries off with a hand gesture and a long, dragged "Naaah."
He looked at Jamie, one eyebrow raised. Try as he might he could not predict what the private talk would be about, and the pills were working so well he couldn't even manage to be worried. Not that he thought he should, in any case.
Squatting, and then standing up, Brodie put his sticks on his back pocket and walked over to Jamie. "Uh...Sure." He answered, but didn't exactly look at him.