Brendan raised an eyebrow. He briefly considered telling Van about his mother's philosophy, but he figured that might not go over well. Telling Van he was nice simply because he acted out so much? Not cool. Besides, it was not the whole truth either.
"What do you mean, someone like you?" Brendan responded, while his hands kept up the work. "Because I like you, simple as that. Sure, I sometimes want to shove you off a bridge, but you're not as mean as you think you are. You're not, like, nice-repellent." He looked up, winking at Van. "Why do you worry so much about it?"