Brand Saint John

Brand's phone had manifested like the Stuff was trying to apologize for taking Rune away from him. It was a piss poor substitute given that Brand doesn't have a lot of pictures of Rune. Why would he? If he wanted to look at him back home, he could go fucking find him. The few he does have are thanks to Addam (why Addam thinks that Brand wants artsy shots of Rune drooling on his fucking pillow is beyond him) or the kids (who are usually tattling on Rune for screwing around).

He's not looking at those pictures anyway. Given that Rune's absence might as well be a sucking chest wound, it seems like a bad idea. The others are safer. He can miss them without feeling like he's dying.

He glances up from his phone when South enters the room, and considers his own state of mind. He almost feels sociable, so he stretches himself beyond his usual grunt-and-nod greeting.

"Hey."