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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ: sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs
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BRENDON RETURNED from his impromptu road trip a mere five minutes before the break of dawn. The journey had lasted longer than he'd anticipated, but he couldn't deny the miraculous effect it had on him – he felt at ease for the first time in months.
He entered the facility and rode the elevator down to the cell, making his way toward the problem he'd left behind. Roman was seated on a steel chair in front of the door to the cell, maintaining a firm gaze at its occupant.
Even though Brendon had mastered the art of sneaking up on people – right down to the skill of making sure that no matter what shoes he was wearing, his footsteps were almost completely silent – Roman's instincts were that good that he was able to detect the presence of his fellow agent, and he turned to extend a greeting.
"You can catch some sleep," Brendon said to him, cocking his head in the direction of the elevator, "I'll take over."
The Samoan shook his head and scrunched up his face. "Nah, it's all good. We rotated shifts and I just took over from Ambrose a couple minutes ago. 'Sides, I don't think leaving you alone with him is the smartest idea."
Brendon shoved both hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and raised a questioning eyebrow. "Hey, whose side are you on, here?"
Roman chuckled softly. "Kinda hard to pick," he shrugged, "None of us even know the full story."
"Well you're not missing much, I can tell you that," Brendon mumbled, turning his body and cementing his gaze on his brother, whose head was hanging down as he slept.
Roman observed Brendon for a little while, internally debating whether or not he should instigate a makeshift therapy session. It hadn't boded too well for him in the past, that much was true, but he couldn't help but feel like Brendon was in dire need of someone to talk to. So, at the risk of getting punched square in the jaw, he opened his mouth to speak.
"Look, I know that pep talks are Rollins' thing," he started, making Brendon shift his attention from the assassin to the Hound, "but when it comes to being a good listener and giving sound advice, I'd like to think that I've pretty much got that in the bag. Ambrose is good for if you're looking for someone to get you drunk. And possibly arrested."
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