"No I don't," Brandon said as he placed the bottle down a little harder than he normally would have onto the table, swiping the pack of cigarettes and lighter to retrieve himself a stick. His hands were shaking but he managed to light himself a cigarette without fumbling or dropping anything.
"The whole... the last two weeks' been a... sort of a haze. I don't. I don't know." He took the cigarette out from between his lips long enough to rub his eyes before he was breathing in another dose of lung cancer.
"He's kind of fucked up. In a lot of ways." Said as if Brandon himself wasn't fucked up in a whole lot of albeit different ways.