"Pulling my pigtails would have gotten him in trouble with his mother. She's almost as scary as your mother was." She gently squeezes Derek's hand. Brigid likes that he's quietly affectionate with her.
Carlos fills a very important spot in her life. He's the friend that drags her out, when she is stuck too far into her books, or in her own head. He's the one that makes her laugh with ridiculousness. He's also the one that makes her envy his gentle easiness with Kevin, despite their loud displays.
But, Brigid knows that Carlos rubs people the wrong way. She understands that the history they share isn't one that Derek does. Though, it should have been. Carlos had been the first to find out about the fire, outside of the pack. He'd been the one that her Da had called for help, to keep her from pining to death.
"He won't be up very often. No matter what he says. His degree is a lot more challenging and hands on than mine was." She shrugs.
"He's getting a degree?" Isaac scoffs.
"PhD in... engineering of some kind. I don't understand it. There's a lot of math, and occasionally explosions." There have been times she's wanted to call him to help her with something, but those calls would require long explanations that she's not sure he'll ever forgive her for.
Brigid bumps Derek with her hand, an impish smile on her face. "And he grows on people. You know, like a fungus."
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Carlos fills a very important spot in her life. He's the friend that drags her out, when she is stuck too far into her books, or in her own head. He's the one that makes her laugh with ridiculousness. He's also the one that makes her envy his gentle easiness with Kevin, despite their loud displays.
But, Brigid knows that Carlos rubs people the wrong way. She understands that the history they share isn't one that Derek does. Though, it should have been. Carlos had been the first to find out about the fire, outside of the pack. He'd been the one that her Da had called for help, to keep her from pining to death.
"He won't be up very often. No matter what he says. His degree is a lot more challenging and hands on than mine was." She shrugs.
"He's getting a degree?" Isaac scoffs.
"PhD in... engineering of some kind. I don't understand it. There's a lot of math, and occasionally explosions." There have been times she's wanted to call him to help her with something, but those calls would require long explanations that she's not sure he'll ever forgive her for.
Brigid bumps Derek with her hand, an impish smile on her face. "And he grows on people. You know, like a fungus."