Gus had already pushed his way inside, darting between her legs and the door frame with a bright grin and a laugh.

"I think that's a yes," Brian said, smirking as he stepped forward. His arms unfolded and he reached out, his hand resting briefly against her jaw, his thumb gentle against her cheek. For someone who apparently hated even admitting the possibility that he gave a shit about anyone, he had always been affectionate when it mattered, with the people who mattered.