“I’m sorry…” He apologized.

“Don’t be. It’s my own fault for being rusty,” Julius chuckled.

“–Still, I should’ve listened.”

“Maybe, maybe not. You made your own call, though. I’m not going to say I was happy about it, but you did stay there–you chose to fight alongside me, and it looks like you saved your old man’s ass,” Julius smiled.

The pat on the shoulder he received from his father sent a jolt of pain through his body, causing him to wince as Julius nervously retreated his hand with a “My bad.”

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