His mouth dried up, and no words came to Brandon's mind. What was he going to do to the person who hurt him?
"W-what?" He stumbled over his words before closing his mouth completely. Why would he do anything to the man, the assailant, who hurt him?
The constant obsession Killian had with the attacker did not make sense. They had no direct connection, no mental connection or any kind of relationship that put the pressure on to do something regarding the matter. So why would he willingly choose his hands, or get into a matter that had nothing to do with him?
"You.." Brandon stopped and chose his next word very carefully. "You don't need to be here, you don't need to worry or do anything about the matter."
He looked at his hands, trying to figure out what he wanted to say next. "It's not expected of you, I'm not holding you accountable for anything, not that you are. So, um, whatever you are thinking about doing to anyone, stop it. The police handle it."
