He knew? That was Brandon's first thought. The only way could have possibly known about the case was if Sal told him or if he was there.
"You.. Sal told you?" His words were not entirely comprehensible, his cheeks were pushed together, but were understandable to a certain point.
"Of course he did. Self reported everything back to me, especially that kiss on the cheek. You want to get kissed on the cheeks, Wallace?"
The way Killian said it, made him want to barf. "No."
"No?"
"Ye-no!" He repeated himself again, just louder than the last time. Brandon tried to wiggle his face out of Killian's grave. He clamped his hand on Killian's wrist, pulled it away with all the strength he had only for it to barely move.
"Let go!" He pinched Killian's skin, but the man did not show an ounce of pain. "Let. Me. Go!"
At one last push, Killian finally moved. It was not like Killian took a few steps away, he barely moved an inch. Just let his grip over Brandon's jaw lip.
