Paul took a breath, gasping for air as he surveyed the scene with wide eyes - the staff cowering and hiding in doorways and under tables, ceiling lights fallen, cupboard doors opened, interior cracks around the ceiling and windows. Then all of a sudden the violent tremors ceased, the sky opened up, and sheets of rain began to pour.
He looked at Vince in disbelief for just a moment, but then he gave in to it at all - and he embraced his brother, his best friend, the one who had been there through it all. Few knew him the way Paul did, and no, Vince wasn't a perfect human being. But he was a damn good brother. It was a tight hug, clinging to his last bit of sanity and those good old says where they defended the other from the perils of life, a means of shelter for the other when things were bad. All the flashbacks hit him full force then in those few seconds - the first day of ninth grade when they met up (it could be argued that Vince was less pompous then, but that factor definitely increased after he lost his virginity) up until now, when it all came together in this moment. In a Greek restaurant, after an earthquake that he caused.
"I think I scared more than the kittens," he sighed as he pulled back, fists clenching. "Okay...alright...so now what do we do?" It's not like they could go announcing to everyone that they solved the mystery of the trippy reflections.