Boomer opened his eyes slowly and looked lazily around the room. Grunting, he removed his duvet and sat up on the bed stretching slightly. Despite sleeping until 11 a.m. he still was tired... Maybe that's because he went to sleep at 4 a.m. He really should start to function like a normal human being, but he always had that night-type personality...
Getting up fully, Boomer grabbed some clean clothes from the dresser and went to the bathroom. Undressing slowly, he stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over his body. Sighing, the blonde closed his eyes and leaned his back against the cold wall, immersing in his own thoughts. What was he going to do today? Oh right...nothing.
Finally, after standing in the same position for half an hour, Boomer emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed in his black and blue attire. Walking slowly to the kitchen, he opened the fridge and looked inside for something to eat.
"Had fun with your hooker last night?" Boomer jump slightly when he heard the voice coming from behind him. Then he rolled his eyes, grabbing a yogurt and turning around.
"How did you know I was with someone?" Boomer asked, looking at his sister, standing next to him with her arms crossed and back leaned against the kitchen counter. Blossom always did that, sneaking into his apartment at the most inappropriate moments. Why did he give her the keys anyway? Oh right, he didn't. Blossom took them herself.
"I was intending to visit you in the morning..." she stated, coming to the fridge and also grabbing a yogurt from it. "But just when I climbed up the stairs and neared your door guess who I saw?" Blossom asked, following her little brother to the couch and sitting next to him. "A good looking, blonde chick coming out from your apartment with the most pissed expression ever."
"Hn." Boomer grunted, while taking a bite of his breakfast and looking dully in front of him. Leave it to his sister to know everything.
"Now Boomer, I always thought you didn't let your whores stay after having your way with them." Blossom said like it was the most common thing in the world, turning the TV on and flipping through channels and stopping on some random news channel. Boomer glared at his sister. He really didn't want to go back to this... how come Blossom always knew which point to hit?
"I don't, I was just very tired. I kicked her out first thing in the morning." Boomer said, shrugging his shoulders. It was true... then why did he feel like he was lying? Blossom turned her pink, piercing eyes to look at her brother.
"Really? Because you know, it looked like she got the wrong impression and was thoroughly disappointed." She said, observing Boomer's reaction the whole time. The boy sighed with resignation.
"I don't see what your point is, really. What are you doing here anyway?" Boomer asked, wanting to be left alone already.
"I'm just making sure that you won't get yourself into trouble again." Blossom said and immediately realized that it just might have came out in the wrong way...
"Just like last year?" Boomer asked sarcastically, he couldn't help but feel hurt at his sister's words. Blossom sighed. Yeah, that definitely came out in the wrong way.
"Boomer, you know I didn't—"
"Just drop it." Boomer said through gritted teeth turning his eyes away. "I really don't need anyone, especially you, reminding me about what happened. I know it freakin well, that it was my fault and all."
"Boomer, I really didn't mean it like—"
"Just get out." Boomer said in a low hiss and Blossom got the message instantly. Sighing and giving up, she stood up from the couch and headed towards the door. She really didn't know how to talk with her brother anymore.
The moment Blossom closed the door behind herself, Boomer slide from the couch to kneel in front of the table and hit it with his clenched fists angrily, knocking the glass vase on the floor and shattering it to pieces.
"Fuck!" The blonde cursed, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes tightly. Why did every fucking time he spoke with his sister have to end like this?! Why wouldn't she let him even slightly forget?! Why did everyone around blame him for everything and then were surprised that he blamed himself as well?! Did he really deserve it all? Was he really such a bad person?
Boomer opened his eyes, resting his forehead on the cold surface. What was he talking about? Of course he was. The things he had done were indeed unforgivable. He deserved everything that happened to him and more. So much more even to the point of losing his life...
No, Boomer thought, as he smiled to himself bitterly. That would be too easy, he deserved punishment, and death would be a blessing.
Looking to the side, the blonde observed the broken vase. Oh the irony, how much he resembled the thing right now...
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
"Oh, hello Bubbles! Sorry to drag you here on Sunday but I really had no choice."
"That's fine, don't worry about it, !" Bubbles said happily, as she took her jacket off and put on the plain, black t-shirt she worked in. Just this morning called her and asked if she could come to Oliveraa and replace her co-worker who called in sick. Bubbles didn't have any plans so she agreed immediately. Actually she was quite glad for the occupation. She just couldn't stop thinking about Boomer, about their night together, about the morning after and then the meeting at the graveyard and his strange words.
Bubbles really didn't know what to make out of this. There certainly was something more to him, believing into his words about being dead or not... and damn it, Bubbles so badly wanted to know what it was! She didn't want to pester the blonde however and be labelled as a stalker. No matter how effective the method could be, it just wasn't her style.
"Okay, I'm glad. I really doubt I would find any other replacement seeing as I only have 2 employees... Bubbles, you listening?" asked, when he saw that the blonde had drifted into her daydream land.
"Wha—? Oh yeah, sure! I'm getting to work!" she said not really hearing her boss's words. Grabbing the apron, she started to bustle around the kitchen.
"You sure you're alright? You seem slightly...off." said, not finding any other words. "Something happened?"
"Of course I'm alright! Nothing happened, really." Bubbles said, grinning widely. Despite wanting to tell everything, she just couldn't. She couldn't tell him about her one-night stand... she wouldn't hear the end of it and she didn't want to make him worried. was the closet thing Bubbles had to a friend in Townsville.
"Okay, if you say so..." said, not in the least convinced, but dropped the subject nonetheless. He didn't want to pry into someone else's business. If Bubbles needed his help, he knew she could come to him anyway. "Now go, I think I heard someone enter the restaurant."
Bubbles nodded taking her apron off and heading to the part with tables. Spotting the customer, she headed towards him.
"Welcome at Oliveraa. How can I help—Boomer?!" Bubbles almost exclaimed. Was she seeing right? The guy sitting in the restaurant she worked in was really Boomer? And to think that she came here to escape the thoughts about the blonde...
Boomer's head snapped up when he heard the familiar, cheerful voice. Looking into the blue, wide eyes he grunted to himself. Great, just fucking great. He left his apartment intending to take a walk but got hungry and went into the first restaurant he saw. It just had to be the same one Bubbles worked in. He couldn't believe his luck... or rather lack of it.
"Seriously, we meet in the strangest situations possible. Are you sure you're not following me?" Bubbles said in wonder, shaking her head lightly. Then she remembered that she was supposed to be pissed at the blonde. Crossing her arms over her chest, she scoffed. "Why am I talking to you anyway, I'm still pissed at you!"
Boomer rolled his eyes and subtly sighed with resignation. He didn't want nor did he have the strength to deal with this right now... or ever. Bubbles however, immediately noticed that something was different about Boomer. His face was tired, dull and sad. Eyes slightly red and they lacked the evil glint the blonde had a night before...
"Hey Boomer..." Her anger long forgotten, Bubbles sat on the chair in front of the blonde, feeling concerned. "You alright?" She asked in a worried voice, frowning and inspecting Boomer's face closely.
"Tch." Boomer grunted. He didn't want pity. "You know what, I think I should go." He said and started to get up when a warm hand grabbed his and held it tightly.
Bubbles didn't plan on doing this, really. It was pure instinct... she didn't want Boomer to disappear once again.
"No, don't go!" She said hurriedly, pulling him back down. "If it's making you uncomfortable, I won't ask about anything. Just sit down and let me get you something."
Bubbles said, grinning again when she saw Boomer giving up and sitting back down. Going to the kitchen, she wondered what Boomer would like to eat... she forgot to ask. Anyway, something told her that the blonde wasn't a pizza type, so she settled for meatball pasta and bread.
"You know him?" Mr. Cooper asked as he observed the blonde.
"Yeah. Not much though, we just met yesterday." Bubbles answered grabbing the tray with food and leaving the kitchen. frowned lightly. The way he saw them interact, it looked like more than 'not much'...
"Here you are." Bubbles said, placing the tray in front of Boomer and sitting in the same chair as before. Boomer eyed the food in front of him. He really was surprised, he didn't tell Bubbles what he wanted; yet he received exactly that.
"How did you know what I liked?" He asked, raising one eyebrow and slowly twirling the fork that held his spaghetti. Bubbles grinned again, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.
"You look like a pastita type of guy." She said and laughed, when Boomer chocked on his food slightly.
"I look like what? No wait, I don't want to know after all." Boomer asked, looking amused at the grinning blonde. "So this is where you work, huh?"
"Yeah. Really nice place... but the perverted guy I was telling you about is absent today. He got sick and I'm replacing him... although it's good, I don't think you would like to listen to his 'Penis Stories' while eating..." Bubbles said, pondering on the matter for a moment. Boomer snickered lightly, as he finished another forkful of pasta and started to eat his bread.
"Yeah, I think I've got enough 'Penis Stories' as it is..." Boomer said, smirking at the glare Bubbles sent him. The blonde wanted to say something about their night together, but decided against it, seeing as it was a pretty touchy topic for the other... but she had to ask about something, damn it! She didn't want to waste the opportunity and so badly wished to discover more about the brooding boy before her.
"Okay, I know I said I won't ask about it, so you can tell me to shut up—"
"Shut up."
"– after you hear my question." Bubbles finished, glaring at the smug looking blonde sitting in front of her. "Anyway... is this about your parents? Because I noticed that on the grave that they passed away only two years ago." Bubbles asked, indicating that she meant the mood Boomer was in. She really hoped it wasn't too straightforward...
...no, it sure as hell wasn't, seeing as Boomer started to chuckle darkly to himself right now.
"My parents?" Boomer shook his head. "I don't miss my parents, I couldn't care less if they were dead or alive." Boomer said carelessly, going back to eating with a shrug of his shoulders.
Bubbles blinked. Okay...this was getting weirder with every sentence that left Boomer's mouth. Who in their right mind wouldn't miss their parents? She missed hers and she never even knew them!
"Why is that? I miss mine like hell." She said, looking at the blonde curiously. Boomer shrugged his shoulder again.
"They never gave a shit about me." Boomer said in an emotionless voice. Maybe for someone other then Boomer a topic like that would be deep, complicated and painful, but for him it was extremely plain and easy. Mostly because he really didn't care about his parents. He stopped caring long before they even died, so it didn't make such a big difference anyway. "What about you?"
"Me? They died quite a long time ago...they were really young. My mother was twenty and my father twenty-three. So I didn't really know them... but from what I heard, they were great people." Boomer glanced at Bubbles as the blonde smiled a sad smile. "I really wish I could meet them..." The blonde added in wonder.
They both fell silent, as Bubbles got lost in her thoughts. Boomer observed her silently, chewing on his food slowly. What was so different about the blonde? Boomer never really talked with people he had random sex with... Shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts, Boomer decided that it was high time to get home. This was really getting complicated, how come he couldn't stick to his plan and ignore her?
"Hey, you leaving already?" Bubbles asked, snapping out of her thoughts and seeing Boomer already standing and pulling money from his wallet.
"Hn." The blonde said and turned around, leaving without another word. Bubbles followed Boomer with her eyes. Why was Boomer so defensive all the time? Deciding that she had to act in some way, the blonde quickly got up as well and ran after the boy.
"Boomer!" Bubbles called, running out and catching up with Boomer. The blonde stopped and turned around, hearing his name.
"Yeah?" He asked, looking at Bubbles with raised brow as she calmed her breath. Finally, being able to talk, Bubbles straightened herself grinning and Boomer couldn't help but wonder if her face didn't hurt from smiling like that all the time. He sure as hell would have gotten a face cramp a long time ago...
"Listen Boomer, I was wondering..." Bubbles started, being slightly embarrassed. She didn't do this often... she never did this! "If it was okay if I visited you some time... or maybe we could go out somewhere?" She finished uncertainly.
Boomer blinked. Was Bubbles asking him out...? the blonde couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. A relationship... it was something he sucked at big time.
Now, Bubbles normally would feel offended at something like that. It took her so much courage to do this, for the first time in her life nonetheless, and she got laughed at. But something about that laugh was off, it wasn't mocking like in the 'who-do-you-think-you-are-to-ask-ME-out' way, it was almost... bitter. When Boomer calmed down finally, he looked at Bubbles with skepticism written all over his face.
"Trust me Bubbles, you wouldn't want to go out with someone like me." He said and Bubbles was just going to ask why, but Boomer didn't give her the opportunity. "Listen, I think you read this situation the wrong way. I want sex, not emotional bullshit."
Bubbles arched her eyebrow. Now it was her turn to look at Boomer with skepticism.
"Boomer please. I'm not eight, I know what a one night stand means." She said and looked to the side. "I don't think that just because we had sex once, we are meant to be together from now on, I'm not that stupid." Bubbles continued, slightly hurt. "I'm not asking you for a relationship or anything of that kind, really. I'm just saying that you interest me in some way and that I really would like to get to know you better."
Boomer stood without a word, observing the blonde. She really did look hurt... she really did look like she sincerely cared... No! Boomer couldn't believe himself. Just a second more and he would have actually agreed to meet the blonde!
"No Bubbles, I don't think it's a good idea." He said, turning to his side partly and intending to leave. "You don't know anything, but trust me on this... it will really be better that way." Boomer finished and turned away completely. Just when he started walking again, he heard Bubbles's voice once again.
"Maybe I don't know anything, but I really would like to find out... Anyway, if you change your mind, you know where to find me." The blonde said and walked back to the restaurant. Her gut feeling told her not to let go of this... and she wasn't intending to.
Boomer only shook his head at the blonde's words, as he continued walking. It was a good thing Bubbles didn't know anything, really... after all curiosity killed whoever got in his way...
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Nearing his block, Boomer pulled the door open... only to run into someone.
"Hey, watch out where you are going—oh Boomer, it's you!" Boomer looked up at the person he collided with and arched his brow.
"Princess? What are you doing here?" He asked, looking at the ostentatious red head in front of him.
"What do you think I'm doing here, kid? I was visiting Blossom, what else?" She said, grinning and showing her diamond studded teeth. Right, Princess Morebucks was his sister's best friend. She was snobby, she was loud, she was rich... and she had this strange habit of calling Boomer a 'kid' as if she was more than a year older.
Boomer had no idea how a person like Blossom managed to put up with a person like Princess their entire life. Oh right, she didn't, Blossom and Princess were enemies for a long time until, one day something happen. Boomer never really dwelled on what that something was, but now looking at Princess he couldn't help but wonder….
"Hey you listening", Princess asked.
"Hn." Boomer simply grunted in response and intended to be on his merry way, when Princess grabbed his shoulder lightly. The blonde flinched at the unwanted contact immediately, sending her a glare. "What?"
Princess laughed shortly.
"Come on, kid, don't be so uptight! Anyway, I just wanted to ask you something. You see, my cousin happened to move in this building and I told her to come and see you, so you know, so she won't be alone in a new place. Full warning she's totally classless, pretty much a boy herself"
"Whatever." Boomer said, sighing with resignation. He knew that despite whatever he would say, Princess would send her freakin cousin to him anyway. Turning away again, Boomer headed to the elevator only to be stopped once again.
"Hey Boomer?" Princess called again, and Boomer turned around looking at her with a twitching eyebrow.
"What?" He asked utterly irritated. Princess however fell silent and observed the boy for a few seconds with worried face.
"How are you feeling?" She asked finally and Boomer couldn't help but feel surprised at the question. Then he remembered. After all, Princess knew...
"I..." Boomer started, not really knowing how to answer that. How did he feel? Worthless? Guilty? Tired? Alone? Miserable? Lost? "I'm... I'm fine."
Princess looked at him knowing damn well that the boy was lying. Blossom was right; Boomer was in far worse condition than bad. Boomer however, didn't want to continue this conversation anymore. Walking into the elevator hurriedly, he pushed the button not even sparing one more glance at his sister's friend.
When he finally arrived on his floor, he strode out of the elevator. Walking up to his door, he noticed Blossom standing there, to his great chagrin of course. Without any acknowledgment that he noticed his sister, Boomer started to look for his keys hurriedly.
"Where were you?" Blossom asked, glancing at her brother. He looked more distressed than usual.
"Out." Boomer grunted as he finally found the keys and unlocked his apartment. God, why did Blossom have to live in the apartment that was just beneath his? He was never going to get any peace this way.
"Okay. I just wanted to ask if Princess told you about—" Blossom didn't finish, as Boomer walked into his apartment and closed the door behind him with a loud thud. Blossom sighed, closing her eyes for a minute. She wasn't pissed, no. She was used to this... all in all she could just take her spare keys and go in there. But she wasn't going to do that, now at least. She knew her brother was better left alone at a time like this.
Glancing one last time at the door, Blossom went downstairs to her own apartment. Going in, she first headed to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of wine and then headed towards her study room. It was her idea, really, to buy Boomer the apartment just above hers. This way she could always keep a close watch on him, and God knew the blonde needed that. Who knew what ideas came to Boomer's mind? He already thought that his life had no point... and the worst thing was that the older Jojo could do nothing about this.
She tried to talk to her brother countless times, but nothing seemed to get through to him. She just didn't know what to say to Boomer anymore. No matter how many times she tried, she just couldn't explain to him that he had a reason to live, that his existence did matter. She just gave up after some time. Of course it wasn't like she stopped caring, she loved her brother no matter what. She realized that it simply wasn't what Boomer needed. Which of course raised the whole new question of what exactly Boomer needed... and Blossom couldn't find an answer for the world despite thinking about it for the longest hours. The fact that Boomer stubbornly refused to get any professional help didn't change things for the better either.
Sighing again, Blossom ran a hand through her long... no, short hair. The redhead smiled to herself slightly. She still forgot sometimes that she cut her beloved hair almost a year ago. Really, she had done so much to help her little brother and still felt like it wasn't even vaguely enough. Of course she wasn't complaining. All the sacrifices she made, she would make them once again if needed. The only thing that bothered her was that it didn't seem to help Boomer enough. Which only made her mind go back to the previous question – what was it that Boomer needed?
The ringing of her cell made Blossom snap out of her thoughts. Grabbing the phone from the desk, she looked at the ID and smirked.
"Hn?" She grunted, answering the call.
"Pinky don't start with this Hn bullshit again!" Blossom's smirk only widened as she heard the irritated voice of her friend, Brick.
"Hn." Blossom answered again, only to receive a short laugh on the other side.
"God your childish! Anyway, I was wondering if I could drop by your apartment for a minute? I have a meeting in two hours and have to wait somewhere. My apartment is too far away, so I thought about you. What do you say? Just don't say 'Hn'!"
"Sure." Blossom said, also laughing a little.
"Cool, I'll be there in a few minutes !" Brick said before hanging up. Blossom shook her head slightly at her friend's behavior. What weird people they were, these friends of hers...
About fifteen minutes later Blossom and Brick sat on the black, leathered couch, both with a cup of coffee in their hands.
"So, you excited about the this weekend?" Blossom asked, sipping slowly at her drink and looking at her redheaded friend. Brick rolled his eyes immediately when he heard the question.
"Oh yeah super excited, Princess throwing me a birthday party should be fun. Because I'm totally the dude who loves attention and extravagance! Hey do you think she'll have my face everywhere or her own?" Brick sarcastically said, waving his free hand energetically. How he did that without spilling even one drop of his coffee was something Blossom couldn't really understand.
"Be nice! Princess saids it will be the party of the year, besides I've already told her all pictures must have you in them also" Blossom said, arching one brow, Brick waved her off as she laughed.
"So, Pinky..." Brick said, grinning slyly and leaning slightly in the direction of the redhead. "Did you get me something yet?"
"No." Blossom said with a completely innocent face.
"Asshole you could've at least lied" Brick said, trying his best to mask his pout. Blossom couldn't help but to smirk at that. The truth was she already bought a present for her friend, something Brick wanted for a long time... but she wasn't the one to spoil the fun, even if she was the only one having it.
Suddenly the front door swung open and in walks Princess in all her glory. "Bloss, I think I forgot one of my cellphones, again. Normally ya know I'd just buy a new one but this one has all my notes for the party and I- Well what do we have here, Brick did you finally-".
"If you still want teeth to put diamonds on I suggest you shut it", Brick growled.
"Are you guys keeping a secret from me" Blossom skeptically asked. Neither Brick or Princess kept secrets from her, from each other sure…but her.
She looked at the two red heads again, Princess sheepishly, apologetically staring at the floor. Brick glaring at her. Yeah they most definitely were.
The thought troubled Blossom terribly, she knew things were not the same between the three since they all moved to Townsville. Sure on the outside it looked like they were. They were all still together, all joking around and laughing. But there was some distance, some gap that wasn't there before.
She knew she had to address it, she had to say something. But then she thought what if she just makes the gap larger, what if she pushes them away completely.
So she ignores it.
"I'm joking, I know you guys would never. Come on, I need to smoke." Blossom said, getting up and stepping out onto the balcony with Brick and Princess close behind her. When they all had their cigarettes, Blossom and Princess leaned their backs on the barrier, while Brick looked at the horizon, smiling lightly and enjoying the scenery.
"Uh, just my luck. You again." All three red heads raised their heads, only to see Boomer standing on the balcony, also with a cigarette in his hand. Blossom's balcony was slightly longer than Boomer's, so they could see each other clearly. They often met like that, seeing as both of them smoked and both of them liked to stand there and simply think, observing the city's promenade.
"Nice to see you too, little brother." Blossom said simply, not a bit offended at Boomer's words.
"Oh,wassup Boomer its been a minute huh" Brick said with a nod. He received a 'Hn' in response. Surprise, surprise, "Oh yeah Boomer I hope Pinky here gave you my message!"
"Nope, whadda you want?" The blonde asked, looking at the cool boy beneath him.
"I'm having a birthday party next weekend. Princess is throwing it, Pinkys making me go, so you better show your face" Brick said, grinning widely. To tell the truth, Boomer was like a younger brother to him as well, he cared for the small blonde dearly.
"Oh please. You know I don't enjoy things like that..." Boomer grunted, rolling his eyes. Princess's party were insane to say the least...
"Oh come on Boomer, I'm throwing it, how could you not enjoy it" Princess whined.
"Easily" Boomer supplied.
"Nuh-huh, there's no way you're getting out of this! If I go you definitely have to go, I want to see you there on Friday evening or I'll personally come here and drag your emo ass out" Brick said and Boomer swallowed nervously. Did he believe Brick? Why yes, of course he did... he knew him well enough to know that he wasn't joking and really would do that. Boomer knew from personal experience...
"You can bring someone with you, more ears for Princess to talk off I guess." Brick added, looking at Boomer with a now bored expression as Princess scowled.
"Tch. Who am I suppose to bring? I don't know anyone around here, everyone I ever knew is back in Citysville. Not that it would actually change anything..." Boomer said, adding the last part in a whisper. Even if one of his old friends was actually here, he still wouldn't be able to see them.
"How about that hooker from earlier?" Blossom asked suddenly. She wasn't sure whether this would be good for her brother, but going out certainly will and she just knew that Boomer wasn't going to do that otherwise.
"Hooker? Did Boomer get another whore" Princess asked, sincerely curious. She knew everything about Boomer's hookers. It was one of her passions, there were so many of them! Plus she always loved to study the effects of peoples placement on money, it was after all her specialty.
"Are you insane? That's a hooker, for sex only. You don't go to the parties with them." Boomer said, both amused and scared of his sister's idea.
"Why not, you can have sex with her there as well, we won't mind" Princess said, smiling slyly. "And I would like to meet her! I love meeting your hookers Boomer, they are always so interesting!"
Boomer glared at Princess, then Brick, then at his sister. Oh God, they were serious...and the worst part was, he had absolutely no way out of this. If Princess set her mind on meeting his hooker, she would do it. For some strange reason, it was her greatest hobby.
"Tch, whatever. God, what did I do to have a lunatic for a sister..." The blonde murmured, turning away and disappearing in his apartment.
Princess squealed with excitement as she flicked her cigarette on the floor and rushed back into Blossoms apartment, "Yay another hooker story!"
The minute Boomer and Princess went inside, Brick's face dropped. The redhead looked at Blossom.
"It's pretty bad with him, isn't it?" Brick asked, truly concerned. Blossom sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Yeah... The worst thing is, I don't know what to do anymore." Blossom said with a pained expression. Brick watched her closely. It was very rare when you saw Blossom display any emotions, let alone the vivid one like this. She always tried to appear perfect, at ease and collected.
It was usually around him, Princess... or her brother. But lately only around her brother, as Brick noticed dully, it really made Brick more worried with every passing day, both Boomer's and Blossom's mental condition. I mean he did see the empty wine bottle when he first arrived, and he knows for a fact that bottle was full yesterday. "If something won't happen soon... something big... then I don't know if there's gonna be any hope for him. Damn, what am I saying, I don't know if there's any hope for him now..."
Brick didn't have anything to say to that.