He jumped from the couch, his neck cracking painfully from the uncomfortable position he’d slept in. “He’s back,” Brandon said from the armchair next to him. He clicked the remote a few times, not really paying any attention to what was on the TV screen. “You hungry?” Quinn's stomach growled in response. He hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast and that was a long time ago. “Alright, then. Let’s go see what we have in the fridge,” Brandon said, clicking off the TV and heading to the kitchen. Quinn trailed behind, casting a nervous glance at Nate’s bedroom door. “Should I go talk to him?” “Nah. You’ll only make it worse,” Brandon said, taking food out of the fridge and closing the door with his hip. “You know he needs to process everything in his head before he’s ready to talk. He may kick and scream but in the end he’ll come around.”
