It was Harley’s turn. The little boy punched Leo, then threw his arms around him and broke down sobbing. ‘Hey, brother.’ Leo ruffled his hair and had the good sense to look ashamed. ‘You brought me home with that beacon of yours, H-Meister. You’re a hero! You know I never would’ve left you hanging like that on purpose, don’t you?’
voy a llorar. Me voy a matar
