Brent thought this whole charade was ridiculous. What made it even more ridiculous was the fact that his brother had not only made sure that he had several people look at him and make sure he was in good condition, he then made sure that make-up artists came on and did a little 'touch up' on him.
Brent had been around Kellen enough to know that was fucking bullshit. Brent was flawless, even with the tremendous bags under his eyes. The people should know about that!
He was tired! He was worn down!
He wanted to go home!
Brent didn't throw a fit like he wanted to, however. He just sat there, pouting and annoyed as they dressed him up and played house with him. He even let them fit him with a fresh arm.
It looked too real for his liking and several of the people in the room did not laugh when he asked if it was real.
