Brodie's smile was one of thankfulness - for not getting rejected - and of happiness too. That had gone surprisingly well.
That was all well and good but Brodie still took a vicodin as quickly as possible while Jamie was busy, and then sat on the edge of the bed, kicking his trainers off.
"Oh, okay, thanks." He didn't think he'd need anything, though. Seemed like he had everything he needed for the time being.