Of course the pure, heart wrenching sadness over his beloved drumset wasn't forgotten - how could it have been? He'd been adding to it, upgrading it, but it was the same he used for years. Still, Jamie had, yet again, made things a little more bearable and a whole lot less sad for Brodie.
Already he was thinking of what drum beat to try, wondering how hard he had to hit the little cymbals so they'd make a good sound. Hopefully, not hard enough to leave bruises, Jamie had his share already. He gave the guitarist a small, thankful smile that hopefully conveyed just how great Brodie thought he was (because the Aussie was not about to verbalize it), and just when he was about to approach Jamie and try it out...Another one of those fleeting kisses.
Afterwards, Brodie stood there only a little speechless, but in a good way - his silly little smirk was proof of that. There it was again; that silly feeling of lightness he'd felt both at soundcheck and then - much to his dismay, because he didn't think it was appropriate to feel good at that moment - at the Apollon's Grace, after the incidents.
"Erm...Come on. No point in standing here." He said, motioning for the couch. Truth was, his ribs were aching from the strain of standing upright. "My ribs are killing me." He confessed.
Hiding this fact from Jamie was about to become a little bit pointless, because as soon as he got near the couch, instead of sitting down he snatched a bottle of water that had been left there. Brodie took the bottle of painkillers off his pocket, and then proceeded to down some. Now, he just had to wait 3-5 minutes for them to work. And then, he'd try sitting down.