“Listen,” he says, widening his stance slightly. “Did you fuck up? Yeah, you did. Do I wish you’d told me about things? Yeah, I do. But if you think for one second that I’m going to leave you, let you deal with all this alone? You’ve got it all wrong.” He sighs loudly. “I’m pissed, sure, but you don’t get to decide when this friendship ends—because it doesn’t end. Not now, not ever. Captain or not, teammate or not, dating my sister”—he shudders—“which, by the way, I do not want details of. We’re in this together, and that’s how it’s always going to be. You hear me? It doesn’t end.”
