Brian nodded as she spoke, absorbing the information she was giving him wordlessly.  His mind wasn't into the conversation, at least not right now.  He couldn't believe he'd switched from one mindset to the other so quickly, but...it was Liz.  He couldn't let those beasts have their way with her.  She'd protected him for so long, and look at how things were now.  She was protecting him still after he'd made the biggest fuck up of his life.  He'd bring his hand up to rub along his face for a few moments.<br/><br/>"I'm good with whatever," Brian finally said.  "Food of any type.  Although I could go for something hot and like...I dunno.  Oatmeal or the like.  With some fruit in it.  Not really in a big meat type mood."  The thought of oatmeal and fruit reminded him of Jen for some reason.  Probably because of the pretzels.  She wasn't one of the horrible ones.  She'd protected him too.  He suddenly laughed, a bit of an amazed, shocked laugh.  Here he was, constantly getting protected by women.  Christ what was wrong with him?