As Natasha fell silent, Brannon worried his bottom lip with his teeth. He hoped he hadn't said anything that had struck a nerve. He nodded in agreement with her eventual comment about the city, "it was. Still is," he offered a hopeful smile. "It has a lot of history that can't be lost entirely. There are still people who lived there that remember it and love it, and even still call it home." He shrugged, "it's still there." It was. It was just a little different, now.
His smile softened and he moved to ease back onto the bed as well, moving to join her, back against the wall with a sigh. Turning his head to look at her, he watched her gather her hair to pull back into that ponytail. After a beat, he shrugged, "it's as good as anywhere. Better than most," he made sure to add. "The running water's nice. Why do you ask?"