"I'm sure you'd rather be elsewhere," I give a little nod of thanks to Odin as he brings forth the food he has with him. The morbid side of me thinks that at least we get to die with full bellies, but I won't allow my thoughts to linger there. "Thanks. For trying to warn us."
Patsy, dragging sizeable boxes behind her, catches my attention and I walk over. "What is this?"
The fact that Brady is probably trying to comfort him, is completely lost on Brayden. He's faced with the possibility of something happening to hid father and he doesn't want that, the thought of him getting hurt or worse, dying, it's too big and too scary. What's worse, Brayden feels absolutely powerless, unable to stop anything from happening to his father, or even to his mom and sister, and that makes him mad, so he lets his anger out on the nearest person, his cousin.
"What do you even know? He's not your dad, he's mine!"
With that, he rushes off, away from all these scared and worried people. He doesn't really pay attention to where he's running until he breaks through his parents' bedroom door. Maybe he was hoping to find Bray here or just take comfort from crying into one of his father's oversized sweaters, but instead he's faced by Lottie, sitting on the bed with the baby.
"Oh... um. Sorry, didn't know you were here," Brayden stammers.