"Your name?" Brandon repeated it, unsure of what he had heard and understood. "You want me to say your name again?"
"Yes, say it."
"Killian..?" Brandon tested the answer on his lips, first. That was it. That was his name.
Something passed over in his eyes. Something foreign that Brandon could not recognise. He didn't even want to, but it did indeed make him curious.
"Okay." a whisper underneath his breath when Killian did not do anything. Perhaps he was a little crazy.
He moved his wheelchair slightly away from the man and angled it forward. "I'd like silence now. You can go if you want."
"Sure."
Sure, as in, would he leave or I am again, indulging you?
But Brandon did not look around to find that out. He kept his eyes on the sky, it was coming down to a sunset. There was still time, but since the weather was pleasant, it was bearable to sit here.