"That was one hell of a run…" Brick says mostly to himself, but still audible for Butch to hear. Brick settles his usual dagger and 9mm handgun beside him trying to feel more relaxed. He looks over at Butch to see how he was dealing with their current situation. Butch seemed to be handling things fine, externally. No one knows what's really going on in the blacknette's head.
Butch pokes and prods at the fire, giving his brother a small grunt in response. He looks a bit spaced out, but mostly because that's his way of dealing with things: the farther they are thought wise, the less he can dwell on them at the moment. Butch shakes his head after a while though and gets up, pulling his jacket sleeves over his hands as he looks around. "Where's the stuff we nabbed?"
"Truck bed." Brick replies [inserts word here]. Brick stares into the fire the memories of how it all went down slowly rising to the front of his mind. He cringed when he thought back to how Boomer first got bit by the runners. They were too fast to outrun and Boomer had no time to hide. Brick had almost screamed when he saw Boomer fall to the ground, but Butch had covered his mouth right in time.
There's the sound of feet shuffling towards the truck, Butch watching the ground as he avoids recounting what had happened earlier all together. Quickly, he reaches into the back to pull the duffle bag of supplies out and throws it over his shoulder. He casts a glance over at Brick and sighs. None of it was supposed to happen this way. They were supposed to make it out of this alive. Butch bites at his bottom lip as he makes his way back over to the fire and as he speaks he keeps his voice low. "Ey, Brick?"
Brick looks up from the fire to Butch. "What is it Butch? Something the matter?" Brick gets up and goes over to Butch to see him better in the night.
For once Butch looks vulnerable. As the fire flickers the upset and almost childlike look of sadness is clear on his face as he looks at Brick. "We fuckin' lost Boom…and I coulda' helped 'im."
Brick's eyes widen and shoves Butch back a little. "Boom's death was definitely not your fault!" Brick starts yelling forgetting about their vulnerable position in the forest. "If anything it was my fault, I should have had Boomer running in front of me rather than behind. I knew he was a bad runner… a-and I still let him tail behind…" Brick swallows around the lump in non-existent lump in his throat fighting off tears.
Butch lets himself be pushed back as he drops the bag and rubs his face, hand resting on his cheek as he looks down. "Just…I can't get the sound of him screamin' outta my head," he chuckles bitterly. "and the look on his face…can't even blink without it bein' there." His eyes slowly dragged up to look at Brick again.
Brick's entire body is shaking gently as silent tears slipped down his face. "I-I can't either…. It should have been me, not Boom, never Boom. He was sweet and kind... a-and good..." Brick explains desperately. He crumbles to the ground and hugs his knees to his chest.
Butch falls to his knees in front of him as well and shifts lazily to get right beside him, curling up as he slings an arm over Brick's shoulders. "God bro…" He sighs heavily to keep a sniffle back and leans his head against his brother's.