Forty minutes? Brandon had to control his facial expressions. He had taken 40 minutes to talk to someone?
Well, never mind that they were two people instead of one, but still. 40 minutes was a lot.
He did not even realise when that amount of time passed by.
It wasn't noticed that there was a change in the atmosphere of his apartment. It was darker, something that was close enough to what he felt in Killian's office during the day. His mood drastically affected the surroundings that he was in, making them dark and somehow congested.
But this time, Brandon decided that he was not going to let it affect him. This was his place, his home, and Killian had a problem with anything, he was the one who was going to leave.
Brandon had the power here.
Nonetheless, he shrugged as the initial answer. "I didn't even realise it had been 40 minutes. I apologise for making you wait."
